It's weird to see you standing in front of me again.
Observing you from head to toe; mentally tearing you apart to see what has changed and what hasn't from the last time I saw you.
Nothing much, it seems. Just a little bit of age.
But I actually don't know how to make of this—I don't know if seeing you again is a good thing or a bad thing. Remember the chaos that you caused? The devastation and pain at the end?
I need to ask myself before I welcome you into my life once more. Do I want to go through that again?
I suppose I can't disregard the fact that ugly chaos isn't the only thing that you caused.
There was beautiful chaos, too. The same beautiful chaos that I see in your eyes right now.
But I think I am stronger now. I think I can handle this.
At the very least, I'm not gonna run away when I look into the mirror and see you staring back at me.
It's still scary being in love, yes, but the person whose arms are holding you (holding us) tight makes you realize that it's okay to be scared and to be in love at the same time.
—From me, who can give you more than a tight-lipped smile now
