A cold Sunday morning
At work, with the most adorable people
Giving up on my weekly sleep
That’s when I first saw you.
You offered help, when you saw me hopeless
Wearing a mark of Solidarity in
Ethnic Background. For reasons unfathomable
It mattered to me, at that ripe, young age.
I noticed you. You’ve altered me.
A stranger. Yet, somehow I knew you.
A quick hello here and there
To brighten up my otherwise dull day.
No, we weren’t friends. No, we never exchanged numbers.
But you made it a point to facebook inbox me on my birthday, every year.
Not a message otherwise, but a quick like on a photo,
Or a comment on my post to make me instantly fall for you again.
We were different, but you were my model.
To be like you, was the best I could be.
So I read the same books as you, watched the same movies, and watched your kind of TV, heard your favorite bands.
And guess what? I didn’t even have to try! I loved them every bit as you did!
But then you moved to another country, another continent.
Where you were having the time of your life.
And no, I wasn’t envious of the girls you were friends with, and might have dated.
I was jealous of them (just a little bit) because they got to know you better than I ever will, even though I knew of you longer.
I breathed the same air as you
And that made me incessantly happy.
I know I have ignored this blog for a while now. But trust me, I was too busy with school. Buuut, here I am, back again. And I will update more frequently, because, it’s Summer!
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