18 months apart.
That is how you and I will forever be linked.
We run along the same wavelength, the same vibe. When I look at you I still see the little boy following behind me, but now you’ve got a different look in your eyes. It’s determination or maybe it’s certainty, but the look makes me sad because I know you don’t need me anymore.
I was my father’s child and when we left you for the gym you’d always run after us. And when we left you for the trails, you’d always beg to come too. Somehow roles have reversed and you are now my confidant, my comforting shoulder, my defender even when I am in the wrong.
18 months apart, we are linked.
And I don’t know how to walk in a world where you aren’t always there. 19 years together and I don’t want to even imagine, don’t even know how to imagine, you not being around anymore for the next years to comes.
And it hurts. It’s a chest crushing, nose running, eyes burning pain.
18 months apart, we are link.
Please don’t go.
Goodbye for now.