After listening to him talk about you. I came to the conclusion that either he doesn't know you or…I don't.
He spoke for the longest time about a you that didn't exist to me, leaving me with nothing more than maybes... maybe you've never let me in, maybe you've never let me really see you, maybe the joke was on me.
My heart sank at the thought, as I knew that it would be rather easy I suppose, to hide things from me and only show me that which you wanted to present, seeing as we only spend a few hours here or there.
But it would be much more difficult to hide yourself from one that you share your days and nights with, occupying the same space. Being observed by them constantly.
So here I am now. Left with this. This new and unsettling reality that you are in fact a stranger to me in many ways. That my world has shifted and changed on an unseen level.
That I've never felt more alone.
Scarier yet, that that feels safer to me now, and that part of me wants to keep it that way...
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