Another high school remembrance, written and dedicated to Nic.
I realize that it doesn't flow. That it doesn't rhyme. And that it might not even make sense.
And I don't care.
"If you could see me, you would know me. If you looked through the facade that is my flesh; If you looked into my soul, you would know me. If we stood together and tore away our masks to bare the scars and distress, you'd not only know me; You'd be me. And maybe for a moment as we stood there in awe... we could forget who we were supposed to be, just long enough to gaze at our true selves reflected in another. Maybe. Because how sweet would it be to forget?"
I love you, Nic.
I realize that it doesn't flow. That it doesn't rhyme. And that it might not even make sense.
And I don't care."If you could see me, you would know me. If you looked through the facade that is my flesh; If you looked into my soul, you would know me. If we stood together and tore away our masks to bare the scars and distress, you'd not only know me; You'd be me. And maybe for a moment as we stood there in awe... we could forget who we were supposed to be, just long enough to gaze at our true selves reflected in another. Maybe. Because how sweet would it be to forget?"
I love you, Nic.
I love this. So very raw.
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