I’ve known you all my life, yet I feel I’ll never really know you
You cannot change the past.
The time lost is gone, and it is pointless to attempt to recapture it.
But the future can be molded.
And I will make the effort.
Because when you’re gone, I don’t want to blame myself for the lack of relationship that existed. I do not want to be able to say, “Sarah, it’s your fault. You didn’t try.” I refuse to live with that regret.
When I look at you, I see one flat color. I want to know the variations, the hues of your shadows, and the shifts from dark to light. I want to be able to fill up a book with words to describe you, instead of writing a simple and sparse chapter. I want to use all the potential love I hold for you.
I don’t want to lose you and have to ask who you were. I want to undeniably know.
All I really want is for you to want to know me too.