There's this feeling. Do you feel it too?

An inextricable force guiding us towards another fateful collision. Subatomic particles charging towards one another with reckless abandon. Intrinsically entangled on the quantum level.

Maybe the feeling is exhaustion, I have not slept much, or maybe it's the realization that you were subtly trying to tell me something. I don't do well with subtle, which is why it took me months to arrive at this conclusion. I wish we could nap together again.

I imagine you thought it would've driven me away, but it wouldn't have, it's not like I don't have my fair share of issues. You told me about your past so I understand the need to guard yourself; we're human after all and sometimes humans suck. Quick to condemn instead of trying to understand.

Anyway, the realization makes me want to reach out, to tell you it's okay; that I love you for you, that I've gained clarity and understanding. That I'm here for you no matter what. It's like one of those, "Oh, fuck..." type of moments, you know the kind where the answer was right in front of you the entire time, or maybe I'm completely wrong and somehow I'll make things worse, if that's possible, it is a specialty of mine.

Could we set aside the insincere? Be completely honest and say the things we need to say? Start over on a new path together or at least attempt to? Take the time to delve the depths of each other? Not the surface level, "What's your favorite food?" BS, but keep working towards the "I need you to get me out of this awkward social situation because of some minor shift in your body language only I would notice," type of understanding.

But it's not that simple is it? It never is. The end and what followed was brutal. The kind of end that triggers an emergency meeting at the U.N. Where the word "atrocities" is used liberally, across several pages of a history book, to describe the events.

If we forgave everything , would that change anything? How could anything go back to the way it was when so much bad has happened? Honestly, I have no fucking idea, but I know you're worth fighting for.