Two of Her

I want you to look for me. The real me, that is.

I met with you by complete coincidence,
or maybe it was inevitable.

Within a school enveloped in darkness.
Walking ahead, you slumped your shoulders, as if you were a bit cold.

Even if I tried to catch up, I wouldn't be able to.

Still though, I unhurriedly follow your back.
Stepping on your shadow, leisurely.

Still, I, who had no one else to rely on, was happy.

Because I didn't have a place to belong.

I did have a friend who idolized me,
but I didn't have anyone whom I could call a lover

I'm so happy I met you.

Please. Help me.