that labels and distance and where i stood mattered.
but does it really?
labels change things, but will it outlast what belies it?
you needn’t be close, or far away, for you to be mine. you are already a part of the way i walk, the way i talk, what i read, what i look for in other people… you are the shadow behind my vigilance, validation for my independence and motivation for further awareness about myself and the world.
we could never see each other again, but the day you stumbled into my line of vision, you became (and will always be) a part of me.