I knew after all this time – when I saw your smiling face and felt your arms around me.
I held you and cursed my former self for allowing my fears to push you away.
In that moment, I realized that it was you, all along.
I tucked those feelings away and kept them to myself. Best not to dwell on things that should have been but for…
I’d wait; I’m accustomed to being alone. You seemed content with your life.
Then, you revealed yourself to me, in the dark. I’ve thought of nothing else since.
All these years, I’ve had no clue. Now, I ache to make up for all of it.
I have no control over any of this.
We have unfinished business, you and I.
How many decades?
How many more?