Suddenly all of it just feels tangled and twisted because one day you were sixteen, crying secretly in your dorm room over their music with nothing but them keeping your head above, the next day you were crying over them saying they will be back in three years, and the next time you opened your eyes you're coming home to an empty apartment, working two jobs with one year left to a degree that you've worked your ass off for the past four years, a degree you're not even sure you want anymore, and your crying again, to the same songs you cried at when you were sixteen in your dorm room. They came back and you don't feel like it's even really been that long, years passing with the blink of an eye, memories faded but so fond in your heart, old love sparkling up somewhere deep inside, and it seems so right and so out of place at the same time. The world and your life moved on, parts of you stuck somewhere years ago, others evolved, formed, matured. You look at them and feel a calm happiness only they could ever give, excitement unfolding as if you're greeting an old friend or a long gone high school love. You look at them and let it all come back. The tears and the laughter, the passion, the battles, the comfort and the unconditional love. Things start to make sense again, like a ray of sunshine giving colour back to a patch of greyness in your days. And still, it doesn't feel the same as it did years ago. And you knew it wouldn't. This is life, this is love - ever changing, and that's okay. You see them with the same admiration and respect, the depth of it inside your heart bridging through this gap of a second, three years, a decade, or however long it really was. Neither of you really ever left, you just have to find your ways back to each other, making space again for something that was always there. +
