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, right?"

I think I finally understand...and I'll even face the fear that it might not be true. Looking you in the eye, I want to share myself with you... even though I'm afraid you could take it all away. If you have such a significant part of me that you could take if you run away, then it means we are that much more connected to each other while we are together. I don't know exactly how much of yourself you share with me, but I cherish every part...
Our connection feels beyond this world, and beyond normal comprehension. I don't know what it is exactly... but I don't want to ever let it go.

I think that just being around you, I could learn so much... I can help you find yourself as I passively discover what it means to be myself... together we could ask much better questions... together we could seek more cohesive answers... together we could just be together...

...and even though I don't know who I am... that makes me happy.

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