I don't know why - you're just a boy. You're just a boy and it shouldn't really matter. You look good, I won't deny, you are smart, that I can see, but you're just a boy and it shouldn't really matter.

Yet you've managed to occupy my mind for most of my waking hours, consciously and unconsciously. You're just a boy who was once dear to me, you're just a boy who saw me when I wasn't expecting anything, you're just a boy who treated me like I had a purpose to be here.

You're also the boy who took my walls down the gentlest I'd ever seen, you're also the boy who showed me there's more than meets the eye, you're that one boy who I found good reason to place my trust in.

But that is all in the past. I shouldn't linger there anymore. I wonder, how have you been? I wonder, if you'd lived well.

You're still my muse after all these years, there isn't any bad reason for it. You'll still be, maybe into the future. And now we're back here, having gone one full circle. I will live in the now and not expect anything more.

Thank you.