I’m not the same. I am not certain. I don’t have the same thoughts, ambitions, longings or sparkle in my eyes; but I am here, and you will never be alone.
You are not as terrible as you think. You are a fixed part of my existence, and I need you. You are the balance between madness and euphoria.
I can’t see the light in my eyes, but through yours I can, and that brings me peace. You are a permanent match in the dark corners of my mind, and I’m scared that my matches are slowly fading. So don’t burn out on me.
Dry your cheeks, and put away your weapons. Never tear down your walls, dear, but leave your window cracked so that maybe, just maybe, we can need each other.