To the one I met through school,
It literally took three sentences for me to see myself inside of you.
We like the same music. We watch the same shows. We both have a passion for cosmetology. We shop at the same stores and like the same style.
You literally are a very short version of myself with epic green hair.
You left our schooling event after you found yourself on my Facebook and that was that.
We talked for a while after that. Day after day, I found more of myself in you. The way we cope, the way we understand, the way we look at life.
You understood it all. How? How can somebody interpret life the same exact way I do?
I don't know.
You did ask if I wanted to go to Pride with you. Of course I would. I've never been to anything pride related and I can't think of a better person to go with.
I hope we stay in touch. I really, really do. But that's why I kept a lot of myself hidden.
I let people in, I tell them things, I get attached.
I get extremely attached to people because no one ever makes an effort to notice me. And when somebody does, I don't want to be pushed away again.
I don't know if you'll stay around so I kept myself hidden because I can't get attached to a temporary person. Not again.
I hope you aren't temporary. I hope you stick around. But only if you want to.
I don't know. I guess I'm rambling now.
So to the one I met through school... thank you for seeing me as a person because that doesn't happen very often.
