I see you. Then, I see the other you.
I trust you, but that other you I can’t.
You are my most familiar, yet you are at a distance.
I feel you, but that other side of you doesn’t know how it feels when our faces brush.
I wish you would turn to me.
I miss that side of you. I miss it much.
No matter where I am, you can always find me.
I want to go where our souls touch.