I'm sorry I've only ever written about love to you. There's so much left to say despite this feeling of having known you a thousand lifetimes over. A distant hum of a life forgotten so long ago.
I remember all the ways you are quiet when it's loud in your mind. They think you don't see much, but you see all the ways everything has become worse, don't you? I recognise your smiles and your exhaustion over the meaningless words that others say to you. I stayed up all night trying to think of how I could tell you I recognised you for the person that you are. That I know we have met in a distant lifetime and my memories just nodded to you. Sort of like, 'Welcome back, how was the adventure? Have your scars healed yet?'. You feel familiar to a point where I know I would walk into a room full of all the people I've ever known and still choose to sit next to you. I don't know why it is the way it is with you, why I am so comfortable yet elated to an extent that I feel I am going insane. Give me awhile to figure it out.

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