And I am so thankful for all the little ways that you and I, fit --
how well our bodies seem to press together -- how our lips lock, and how our fingers do, too.
How being next to you feels right,
even when it feels so wrong with everyone else --
how we seem to share so many thoughts and feelings,
seem to understand, even when our words are too inadequate to properly explain.
But neither of us is in a place to come together in the bigger ways --
and I find myself wondering if a world exists where you and I could be even closer, free from all the pain that has torn at the edges of our worn, puzzle piece selves --
Though, I also know, in such a world, we likely never would have chanced to meet.
So, in a way, despite all the hurt, of life, I'm thankful it at least meant, I could join with you, here and there, in all the lovely little ways --
ways that I might have missed out on, in a world where I'd never felt the pain.
V. Rue, 2025.
