I see myself changing,
into a more thoughtful person,
into a gentler person.
but I see myself going back into the older version of me,
one who’s vulnerable,
one who loves so deeply and hard, that her heart works harder than her brain.
and I see another me,
one who’s so irrational,
one who acts like a lil child,
one who doesn’t want to admit her wrongs,
one whom I’ve left behind the moment I turned 16.
all of them showed up when you did.
they came around,
and stayed around,
since you took my hand and kissed me on the forehead for the first time.