Kinda close

I think I might have just run into you.
I want to talk to you.
I have questions.
Sooo many questions.

What are you doing now?
Do you still live in the attic of that house with seven people in it?
Or did you buy a place somewhere?
Did you go back to that one village you’re from where every year the local factory has a malfunction that makes it snow flecks of cheese?

Are you with someone?

Do you love her the way you couldn’t love me?
Did you figure out your issue with staying hard, your depression, your lack of desire to wake up every morning no matter how hard I tried to pull you out?

We were once so close.
Movie magic kinda close.
Leave your friends in awe because banter started two minutes after we met kinda close.
Months of texts exchanges and non dates in the name of friendship kinda close.
Riding the bus thinking oh my god this is it. this is really it. I finally get what’s it’s like to when you know you know kinda close.

To be honest,...
I’m scared of meeting you again.

So much has changed since I used to kiss you.
I’m happy now.
I’m content and gosh I never knew how happy content could feel.

But what if we talk and our neurones align immediately like they did on that rooftop on that summer night when you taught me how to throw a punch?

What if you’re ready now?

What if we fall in love and live happily ever after like Disney princes and princesses...

if disney princesses
ever wondered
what it’d be like with other princesses

and if disney princes
ever wondered
if they liked being a prince?