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When asked who liked who first, we were always certain that it was you.
For whatever reason, you initiated everything and I simply reacted. There were hints of awkwardness before the beginning of our tale but they didn’t really matter because there were no signs of dead air. There were days when no words were exchanged yet those misses spilled over to word-filled days. We caught up for every highlight; we talked of the most mundane parts of our days.
For whatever reason, you continued to know me from outside my fort – sending letters through the small spaces between the old bricks that made up my walls. It was a gradual progression of me knowing you and you knowing me. It was made of friendly banters of our individual strengths; it was a careful trade of our weaknesses. Slowly, yet surely, the gaps between my cracked foundations were not enough, that I decided to resume our correspondence through the window, and consequently, the door.
For whatever reason, you decided to pursue me and I let you. What only begun as a casual exchange of thoughts, of likes and dislikes, turned into a look into our every days: our triumphs and our struggles, our joys and our pains. What were discussed in some pockets of time during the day turned into a carried conversation that lasted the night and even continued till the next rebirth of light. What was intended to be a simple discourse, a casual dialogue, became a baring of minds, a touching of hearts, a knowing of souls.
As all these happen right before my eyes, I am immensely at awe as to how all of these took place. There was a sense of joy that accompanied each word, a constant interest with every new learning about you, and a split second of fear into deciphering what this all was. Despite not having clarity on everything, I do know this was something worth following through.
