everytime i come back home i can’t help but think of how things used to be. so much has changed, but when i’m here its as if no time has gone by. the memories of you are all around me, whether i like it or not. your life breathes into everything i look at, creeps into everything i touch and finds me again every place i visit. even still, 2 years later, i’m trying to figure out who you are. did i ever really know you? did you ever really let me in?..but why after all this time do i only dwell on you? in my attempt to find out who you are i seem to have lost myself. i’ve come to terms with the fact that maybe you were only sent to me to help me become the person i was destined to be. there is a quiet beauty in that. but the thing that rings loudest in it is the terror of the unknown; and that may be the scariest thing of all.
