Somehow,
you know me.
Through the noise and the chaos –
you know me.
Not through the things that are said – and there are many things said -
but through some invisible material which connects us to each other.
It has always connected us.
Somehow,
you see me.
Through the haze and the mass of others –
you see me.
Not through the time we spend together – and there is much time spent -
but through some invisible material which connects us to each other.
It has always connected us.
Somehow,
Through the difference,
there’s familiarity.
Somehow,
your existence has made up for all the times I’ve felt too much.
Because,
somehow,
more than any other,
you are more me.
And I love you.
