4 years -
Of friendship. Of laughter.
Of shared thoughts and deeper conversations.
Of being the first man that showed me that not all men were like my father;
That there was freedom in openness and courage in vulnerability.
3 years -
Of feeling my heart skip a beat when you smiled at me; eyes filled with equal parts mischief, equal parts depth.
Of pushing back every time I felt you come close and hiding fear beneath a mask of humor and sarcasm.
Of being friends and wanting more..
2 years -
Of wrestling through feelings of inadequacy and "not good enough"
Of hiding bruised hearts behind shields of intentional distance and "He's like a brother to me"
1 year -
Of learning to let go of you.