It’s a strange thing really.
I think of you a lot. I’m often wondering what our future will be like together, the bloody awesome things we could be up to together.
The future seems infinite and really exciting.
You were worldly, sophisticated, intelligent and charming. I loved listening to you; every conversation was a learning lesson that led to a discussion and further exploration.
You were that flint, that spark of intellectual challenge I needed badly.
With you, I unlearned my self imposed restrictions and learnt to set my mind free.
You made me a better version of myself.
But things seemed to have changed recently. You’ve become more reclusive, less accommodating and more angst. What happened to your worldly-ness and sophistication?
You seemed to have stopped looking forward and expect the world to revolve around you.
Everything annoys you nowadays.
You think everyone is one level below you; me included. You have an explanation for every phenomenon we see when sometimes, all I want is to appreciate it’s beauty and wonder for what it is.
That awe and wonder I have is what keeps my faith in humanity.
And all I want to do is to admire it quietly, respectfully. Nothing else.
Some things are better left ambigious don’t you think? It makes it all the more amazing and charming, don’t you agree?
Sometimes I feel like I don’t know you anymore. You taught me not to be a cynic and yet, you are gradually becoming one.
You said you appreciated my independence, but now you seem to want me to be something else.
Our conversations and discussions of the past, have become a thing of the past.
What happened to you?
I know I’m still in love with you, yet at times I don’t.
It’s almost like you are no longer the person I fell in love with.
Maybe I’ve outgrown you.
Maybe it’s just me, and not you.
Maybe is such a dirty, hopeful yet ambiguous word.
I don’t like maybes.