Tifinee
What you said with one small gesture
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The first day I saw you this year, I wondered at your features and was amazed by the similarities I saw between us. I held my tongue; regret tends to make me look for the innocence I threw away. I assumed that this similarity was just a figment of my imagination. As the days of my senior year grated on, crawling, I heard more and more people saying that you were a younger version of me. In curiosity, I took another look- and the girl I saw was indeed like me, younger and happier than I have become. The introspection that follows every conversation between us leads me to realize what I had, and to hope that I can regain that.
This realization meant more to me than I knew how to say. I didn't mention it because I didn't want to scare you, mostly because I didn't want to scare you away. Then one night I had this crazy nightmare, and you were standing there looking at me, saying, "Please, I'm so tired of remembering your nightmares."
The next morning I walked into class to see you, wan and sick, as though the sleep had been robbed from beneath your very eyelids. I approached you, so afraid of the risk I was about to take, but not realizing it until the words were in the air: "You didn't sleep well last night, did you?" You just stared back at me, shaking your head quietly. Before you could say a word, I blurted out, "It was a nightmare." I should have expected your reaction, but I just wanted so bad for you to understand the connection. Fear crept into your features, and you leaned back from me, shocked. All I could say was "I'm so sorry."
Since that day, you and I have become inseparable, and I am glad for it. Every day you bring a light into my life, and there is a smile on my face where it used to be blank. I see your eyes when we talk, and I am glad for that. You are always so honest with me, not guarded like my other friends. Sometimes, there is a tinge of something like fear behind what you're saying, like you might be afraid of what you sound like, but it seems like I usually know what you want to tell me before you do.
Tonight at your party, you pulled me aside and led me to your room. I was afraid for what you were about to say, because there was an urgency in your tone. But you went to your cabinet, pulled out a set of small, blue, bejeweled chopsticks, and said to me: "When I first started talking to you, I had a whole lot of emotional problems about my family and everything. Since I started talking to you, things have gotten better, and I just wanted you to know..." I didn't mean to cut you off, but I couldn't hold back the hug. The tears that came, that was something really special. You mean alot. Afterwards, you were telling me about picking them out, and how you did your best to find the ones that matched my eyes. I think you need to know, we have the same eyes.
This realization meant more to me than I knew how to say. I didn't mention it because I didn't want to scare you, mostly because I didn't want to scare you away. Then one night I had this crazy nightmare, and you were standing there looking at me, saying, "Please, I'm so tired of remembering your nightmares."
The next morning I walked into class to see you, wan and sick, as though the sleep had been robbed from beneath your very eyelids. I approached you, so afraid of the risk I was about to take, but not realizing it until the words were in the air: "You didn't sleep well last night, did you?" You just stared back at me, shaking your head quietly. Before you could say a word, I blurted out, "It was a nightmare." I should have expected your reaction, but I just wanted so bad for you to understand the connection. Fear crept into your features, and you leaned back from me, shocked. All I could say was "I'm so sorry."
Since that day, you and I have become inseparable, and I am glad for it. Every day you bring a light into my life, and there is a smile on my face where it used to be blank. I see your eyes when we talk, and I am glad for that. You are always so honest with me, not guarded like my other friends. Sometimes, there is a tinge of something like fear behind what you're saying, like you might be afraid of what you sound like, but it seems like I usually know what you want to tell me before you do.
Tonight at your party, you pulled me aside and led me to your room. I was afraid for what you were about to say, because there was an urgency in your tone. But you went to your cabinet, pulled out a set of small, blue, bejeweled chopsticks, and said to me: "When I first started talking to you, I had a whole lot of emotional problems about my family and everything. Since I started talking to you, things have gotten better, and I just wanted you to know..." I didn't mean to cut you off, but I couldn't hold back the hug. The tears that came, that was something really special. You mean alot. Afterwards, you were telling me about picking them out, and how you did your best to find the ones that matched my eyes. I think you need to know, we have the same eyes.
