The You's.

I thought about You again. 

I thought about the You I had years ago and the You I hope to find in the years to come. 

I thought about what You looked like, what I looked like, what we might have looked like together.  

I thought about You.  

I thought about the words I had never been able to find until you carefully, but unshakabley found me. 

 

I thought about the slight curve of your jaw where my hands found direction and the place on my knee where your hands found safety. 

I also think about what you'll look like, what I'll look like, what we might look like together.

I think about you. 

I think about what your nervous laugh will sound like, and the words we'll exchange at 2:43 in the morning when we can't sleep and you can't get the ending of the movie we had just seen out of your head. 

I thought about your sheets. 

The smell of your arms intertwined into the soft cotton promise of tomorrow morning.

I also think about what your sheets will look like.

I think about what the wrinkles will mean and the stories that will be forever scribed into the canvas that will be our sheets. 

I think about what you were.

The indecision you often faced, your fluctuating emotions, your unpredictable presence. 

I thought about your reasons, the Her that you wanted me to be, and the way in which you guarded my fears.. 

I think about what You might be. 

I think about the demons you encounter, the Her you'll be running from, and the fears you'll have in me. 

I think about where you're escaping to and what you're looking to find. I think about the parts of life you'll write and the parts of life you'll leave behind.

I thought of You again. 

Of You in nostalgia, and You in hope.

Between your memory and your potential, I found myself torn.

I thought about the You that was, and the you that will be.

I thought about You again, damn it.

And I don't know which I'm waiting for.

.K SG C.