Valentine
I can't tell you with certainty that I know who I am. My perspective of this world has changed so much, so many different times. It seems like it's never quite the same... I'm never quite the same . Something so changeable, how can I have a solid idea of what it really is? I feel like it's the same with you. Maybe you feel the same way about yourself. Maybe I feel the same way about you. What am I? What are you? Who are we? These questions are scary sometimes. What will happen if I find the answer? What if I have to find the answer alone? But I see your smile... ...and I can't think like that anymore. The question of "what if" seems distant, irrelevant. I just want to hold onto you. I don't have to seek understanding of things that are difficult to define, because being around you soothes my restless spirit. Even when I'm afraid, just having you there gives me the courage to face my fears... "You know you're not alone, rig...