Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.

Who knew, all this time, we had it all wrong? that I knew why it was wrong but couldn’t figure out how to express myself, but that it would be you who could perfectly explain us? (well, in the words of Antoine de Saint-Exupery.)

I loved gazing at you. But we were standing facing each other, and looking in completely different directions. I hope you know… all that I wish I could express to you but know I can’t. We had it wrong, it wasn’t built to work or last in a practical world. The odds were against us, but for that fleeting moment, it was love. And it was beautiful.

Who knew that I would learn the most about love from you? You taught me that love is the most important thing, that in its light nothing else matters. I don’t know how long it will take for you to fade from me- how long it will be before I can hear Bon Iver or Sufjan or The Smiths or Goo Goo Dolls without thinking of you, how long it will be before I stop going back to your words, tracing my hands over your letters, thinking of the infinite summer moments- or if I ever will. 

Someday I’ll notice someone who’s running right beside me, and maybe we’ll collide and move closer as we move closer to him. Maybe someday I’ll get it right. 

…and now there’s no need for an “I miss you” because I’m feeling lonely or weak or worries about falling into you again or trying to make you understand. 

I’m at peace with it, you know?