There's a thousand letters in here..
Yet we are nothing to each other. Do we even have a label? Not friends, not lovers.. strangers. I guess I'll do with strangers.
Maybe you've noticed the time passing and my body has felt the weight of it, but I wonder sometimes if you remember that night I made you smile.
I didn't expect it, it was only a passing gesture to me, yet it became a very real moment that really touched you and I guess somewhere along the way, I felt like touching you the way you did with me.
I don't know if that moment matters to you now. I have this habit of romanticizing what could've been and what didn't happen, but in that moment it was just us two.
You know it wasn't for sex, nor romance, nor even a friendship. What was it then? A boost to my self esteem? A feeling of being good? Control? In the back of my mind it was none of those things.
In a way, the way I doubted myself was probably something you recognized, and in that moment it was like two broken pieces of a puzzle hugging each other, making sure that the other knows that it is loved, and it still has meaning. Even if the world showed them that they aren't good enough, defective, unattractive, and meant to be abused.
The logical part of me thinks that it is all just a simple mixture of chemicals, avoidant and attachment fixation, but I believe that what we had was real. And if even for a moment, we recognized the light we try to guide ourselves with and the light we try to guide others toward.
Maybe the magic was in the fact that if only for a moment, we stopped trying and showed who we really are.
Keep shining, my shooting star.