As for you,


I remember the soft pierce of light behind your eyes.
How it seized my judgment with an angel's fierceness,
only to gradually spiral away from me in complete apathy.

We were so young; 
I remember the innocent burdens we chose to share together: the sweetly twisted fairytale we tangled our teenage hearts in,
because we were so niave, so alive,
and so presently possessed with one another
that others wondered if we were human.

Remember that?

I always knew you to be strange,
and I perhaps judged you at times.
But I swear it's always affectionate I mean it always was. 

I don't know you anymore.

Years ago this thought startled my entire being,
and now I am merely confused.
Is it my fault that we don't know each other anymore this time?
Our attempts at closure were always so goddamned unfocused
and kinda half assed.
One of us seemed to always be on another planet
while the other ached to be heard.

I miss understanding us.

But perhaps it all wasn't mean to be understood,
just had.

Sincerely,

                    Your Childhood-Sweetheart gone missing