touch.

year

note: this was originally a letter sent to the boy i wrote 'free the poems' about, a little of the past back here in the present. 

here we are, a year gone by -
you're so much taller and I've barely grown a centimetre -
a year since you held me in that stairwell,
and my hair's grown longer but yours is cut short.
You have a girl and I've got an ex-boyfriend and
you don't know how much he means to me and
I don't know how much she means to you
but it's okay. 

we're still friends, and that's what matters the most. 

you've changed so much and it seems good for you -
we don't talk a lot anymore
but when we do it feels as though everything is as it was,
only that our view of the world is different and
the way we perceive things is a little bit better than it was yesterday.

We talk about our lives and experiences and
all I can say is that it's been a year,
where you grew out of your Samsung tablet and
your tendency to stick to your phone and
I grew out of you and
my tendency to over-worry
(maybe I still do, but it's more controlled)  

And then you're leaving for two years and
it's not even certain if you're coming back,
or if I'll ever see you again:
depends on what the future holds for the both of us.

All I really want to say is thank you.
Thank you for being my friend.
and i love you, not romantically anymore,
but i wish you the best.

update 21/06/2015: read by subject of letter.