When I was 13, I met you in a dingy lake in the god-forsaken middle of the state. You caught my eye with your reckless abandonment that should have been seen as irresponsibility through any reasonable person’s eyes. You intrigued me, left me breathless, and excited me in a way that I could never forget. We gradually lost touch, through space and time, we moved on to other conquests, adventures, and heartaches, no thoughts of each other whatsoever. You could fast-forward to April 2015, where I caught your glimpses from the corners of your eyes. You watched me, I looked at you, tried to study your face to find the boy that I used to know, the boy with the crazy look in his eyes but what I saw shocked me. A man stood in front of me, with a baby, with a girlfriend and a wife, with a life so much more complicated than mine will ever become. Looking back, I never would have thought that my most monumental mistakes would have entailed you, your mouth, and your soft words. Now, I miss you in the oddest way. Missing you comes in waves, and tonight I’m swimming reverently in the reverie of the year or so. Thoughts of you no longer strangle me into submission, I remember your heart in a deeply deferential way, and I hope for only good things in your life, as it has already been wrought with so much conflict and pain. My heart honors yours, and my hope is that one day that will be reciprocated.
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