I see you.

I see you.

████, it’s incredible that most, or maybe even all, of my notes somehow lead back to you. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. I don’t know if this is dependence or the good kind of love. The truth is, I can’t really define myself. I know that how I feel doesn’t define me, but what I do with these feelings does.

But it’s impossible for me not to see you. I see you everywhere. Out of the corner of my eye, I swear you’re here, right next to me. Or across the street. Or when I go to the mall. When I go to a restaurant. When I get home. When I’m in front of the university and I search through the license plates of the cars, hoping to find yours passing by my university by chance.

And if I happen to forget your license plate, or the color, or the shape of your car, because of the excitement of seeing you, I start looking for your face among all the passengers I see.

I see you and I look for you everywhere. As if I were waiting to find you suddenly, unexpectedly.

Seriously, I picture you showing up at my house by surprise. I see you all the time. I’m not complaining. I like seeing you. The problem is that it also makes me sad. I don’t know if I’m just sensitive this month, but I’ve cried a lot. And I always think of you. As if you were a refuge, a place, a space, and more than just a special person.

I see you. I see you always. Is that okay? I wish I knew what you think, but at the same time, I don’t want you to hear this part of me. Because maybe what I feel is too strange. Maybe this doesn’t happen to you. And maybe I’m just crazy.

I see you, and I want to keep seeing you.

And, as if it weren’t already obvious,

I love you.