Dear Crush

Kalole.

It's always strange the day after we separate. We fit so easily into each others fibers that it starts to feel like home in a matter of moments, and the days fly by, and then we're back at the airport and I'm trying to keep my cool but it's so pitiful you begin to laugh at my pouty face. I'm afraid of moving, but I like the feeling of being afraid of something potentially profound. I'm afraid of facing the music, of knowing exactly who you are in my life. You know what they say? "The devil you know is better than the angel you don't know"... it took me years to understand it, but every time I catch myself hesitating, I remind myself of every step and every initiative and every little thing you do in our name. It's humbling. Whatever happens, you're a very important person.

Truly.