We don't really know

When we think we know something, it's based on what we experience. Sometimes it's only what we experienced long ago. Sometimes it's only what we're experiencing in the moment. We'll never really know each other, and we'll never really know ourselves. But you especially don't know me right now. You don't know how sorry I am for letting my feelings all spill out. You don't know how much I want to make you happy and proud to be with me. You don't know how much I want you to be safe and sound. How you see me now isn't quite what I am.

I'll give you a lifetime to understand who I am. Just let someone tell you before I die.

It's not our fault

You know what I just realized? It's not our fault that this happened to us. When I broke up with you, society had told me that men must be strong and definitive. When you stopped talking to me, a figure of authority had told you to. Since we didn't know any better, we followed through. We were upset, lost, and unable to think. Now that I've had all these months to think, I realize that it was wrong to force us apart. I can only hope and pray that you'll soon realize that, too.

What's keeping me going is a part of me holding on to a part of you, these parts that long to be together. These parts are faultless. They are our love.