I remember the first time we met. We were both strangers then, but somehow gravitated towards each other. We did not live in the world others lived in. We did not care about being popular or how others perceived us. I knew they didn’t like me. They were always quick to let me know. But you liked me. That was all I needed then.
Do you remember the times we’ve spent together? Do you remember the times we’ve cried? Do you remember the times I stood up for you? Do you remember the times you were there for me when I had no safe haven to turn to. My house was not my home. School was not safe. I just existed, but it was okay because I had you. Because you liked me for who I was. Because we were like ying and yang, only better.
I thought about everything and observed the world around me. You were all for adventure and jumped in without a second of thought. And sometimes I wished I was more like you until your heart got broken again and I had to help you pick up the pieces.
And the years passed by and you moved away and here I was alone again. In a town where nothing ever happens. And no matter how hard I tried to escape, I could and cannot break free of the chains that bind me here.
And you moved on and made new friends and the world was your playground. And at times you would come back here and it would be just like the old days. We would talk and laugh and you would tell me stories. I liked listening to your stories.
But your life became busier and love found its way into your life and you would never text me or call me to tell me stories. I always had to ask. I always have to ask.
I wonder if you ever think about me and how I am doing if I do not ask you how you are. I wonder if I am just a memory you’ve left behind in the town you tried to escape. I wonder. I wonder so many things.
And I wonder if I am not interesting enough for you to care about how I am doing. I wonder if I am not interesting enough to worry about. I wonder if you’ve found friends that are more like you and less like me. I wonder if you still need me at all.
Because I remember. I remember the times we’ve laughed. I remember the times we cried. I remember when we were both outcasts, trying to find our way in this world. I remember wondering if everything was worth living for. I remember you showing me that it was.
I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I miss you. And I wonder if you miss me too. I wonder if you still want me to be a part of you like you’ve always been a part of me.
But will I ever know?
With all my love,