four years. it’s been four years since i’ve even seen you. four long years. i’ve grown, i’ve changed; i’ve felt something i thought was real, and lots of things i knew were fake. i’ve felt warmth, touch; the heat like sun-bathed ocean waves; and the weakness, thick and dull stones weighted on my chest. i’ve become an adult, destined for a school, a job far from here, a grown man with my own new worries and pains awaiting a new life. four years of love, blood, hate and growth.
but no matter what, i can still drive past those familiar places, the ones where i saw your face and heard your voice, and cry like i was a child again. four years and you can still make me weep. i’ve never been the same, and i suppose i never will.
sometimes i think i’m ready. i’ve become an adult, a burning mind filled with thoughts of changing the world. but i know, as long as you’re there, i never will be.
