For some reason, it spoke to me. (Here we go, dementia!) Anyway. I feel like I relate to it. I wanted to write this on his wall, but then I thought it might be inappropriate. Or…I think misunderstandings might spurn out of it. Ewan.
But, it’s true. Especially that fifth line. Ever since I met him, I’ve always told him that he’s “interesting”. Two years and five months running, he’s still interesting to me. Weird. Funny. Complex. Interesting.
I guess curiosity got the best of me. I’m risking all of me to see if we would work.
I’m hoping against all hope that we will. And that this will, finally, last.