I just realized how alike we are, you and I. I've spent most of this time in awe because you're nothing I'd had before. I held you up, admired your easygoing, friendly attitude. But today I noticed that when it comes down to it, we're not much different. We both tell stupid stories that no one laughs at but us, and we're pros at shaking off the unsought reaction. Neither of us can call comedy a personal forte, and quiet honestly, we suck at being funny. We try, god knows we try, but ultimately, we're just not that funny. We're good at living free, at seeking happiness and wanting the best out of every day we live.
You live your life for the moment; I do the exact same. All we want is to love everyone, and for everyone to love each other. The value of good times and being young are important to us. You understand my view on life; you live so much like I do, and I don't know if I've met anyone else I can say that about. Being mean is a sin and violent tendencies passed us up. We got the peace lover gene, and we're intimidated by the ones who can pack a punch. I know you're goofy just like me from the stupid games we've played and time we've spent doing nothing but laugh. You see the beauty in life, but this is our difference. I wonder if you see it as deeply as I feel it.
I don't know if you weigh the consequences of your actions or think about the people you could hurt along the way. I wonder if you crawled beside me that night because you missed me, or just wanted to feel good for a few hours. I certainly hope you're not the kind who would use someone for passing pleasure. I know your wild side is a lot more prominent than mine. I'm more of an old soul, more of a thinker. But I've called you good time boy all along, and I find my good time girl in you. I may not be as versed in the ways of young life as you are, but I hold my own.
We're the same, yet each seated on opposite sides of the same. I can't tell if the difference makes us perfect (because god knows people exactly like yourself would drive you insane) or if that's what keeps us apart. Maybe I'm thinking too hard. Maybe I should take a page from your book and avoid deep conversation. Nothing can keep me from deep thinking. Just know that we're virtually one in the same with our own unique qualities to share. I care about you for who you are to me and everything I admire.
I don't hold you up anymore, instead I keep you by my side. I do love you, like I love my best friends, with the slightest of differences. We're to the point where my caring for you is permanent. I always will. You'll always hold a place in my heart. Do with it what you will, I guess. Just know that I do love you, and I am always, always here for you if you need someone. Don't hold back from me. If there's anything you want to talk to me about, I'm listening. I know you have to feel something; it's up to you to let me know what that is.
What's more important: saving yourself or letting me in?
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