Whenever I asked you who I was to you, you could never give me an answer I could accept. Your answers, though consistent, did not really sit well with me. Like forcing a wrong piece of a jigsaw puzzle into place. It just wouldn't fit.
I like things to fit. I like edges. Boundaries. Black or white. Good or bad. Yes or no. Mild OCD.
Since you didn't have a fitting answer for me, I found one for myself. It fits. I know now what to expect (nothing) and what not to expect (everything); what to ask (are you free today?) and what not to ask (do you love me?); what to hope for (nothing) and what not to hope for (something); what I must do (live my life) and what I must not do (wait for you).
None of this is easy of course. But at least it fits.
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