Always You.

It's always been you.
I was drawn, and no matter how far we've been apart, or how long its been, it's always been you.

Sometimes you infiltrate my dreams.
I wake up, and it starts again.
The yearning, the what ifs.
One encounter triggers days of feelings that were dormant.
Feelings I thought had dissipated.
But your presence reminds me otherwise.

It doesn't hurt.
I accepted fate.
But that doesn't stop the wistfulness from surfacing at times.
How can it? I was 12.
The impact was instant and profound.
It always has, and always
will be you.