Oh, you. You you you. Boy filled with memories and me, filled with your thoughts.
You make me think too much. The things that you write are so clearly conveyed that it's like your thoughts jump from my computer screen and right into the deepest parts of my mind. And they stay there for days, maybe weeks.
Rewind three years. Now push play.
Please.
That's the easiest way.
It's not easy anymore. Everything is so complicated and nothing points in the right direction. What is the right direction? What if the direction that I think is right is actually wrong? What if everything is pointing in the right direction and I'm just looking the other way? What if I'm throwing away something good? Something golden?
It's been over two years. Three years since the beginning. That's a long time. Anyone else would be over it by now. But you're different. Your heart is so genuine. And heavy? I'm sorry that I put a weight on your heart. That was never what I wanted.
You deserve the world. I know that you have wanted to give the world away to someone before, just to see her smile... but I don't think you realize that you are the one that deserves the world. Maybe a different world though; one without greed and hunger and poverty and pain. You deserve the best world.

Come to South Africa with me. Everything would be okay there. No judging. Just being together and loving and helping people.

I always want to know your story. I don’t even know your name.
Then walk away knowing that I know your secrets. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Or maybe I will, but what do you care?
You care because you’re only three blocks away and the wind may carry my voice. Then, you would hear your own secrets passing in the breeze. How terrifying.

But your face is safe. No one knows that the secrets in the wind belong to you. Except me.

And I don’t even know your name.