I'm not that Kid, anymore.

   And now we're back, to something that seems so familiar. It feels good, sitting there next to you, watching every movement that comes out of you - from the little things like the adjustments you make to your shirt, or how you fiddle with your fingers, to the bigger things like the way you talk, and that look you give me. Yeah, that look, the one I fell for, the one I fell for so god damn hard. It's such a familiar place, but is that why I'm back? Is that why we're back, because of familiarity? Because of how the nostalgia takes over us, and the only thing that keeps us going are mere memories of what we used to be. Now that the question exists, the fear slowly starts to reside in me. Do I feel for you because you're the 'one' or am I simply clinging on to the fact that you were my first everything. You showed me a different side of the world, where people lived not for others, but for themselves, every single day, with the thrill of life moving them forward. 

   You took me out of this bubble I was in, well, bubble might be an understatement. Let's call it a...... shell! Yes, you took me out of my shell, where I always hid when times got tough, and where I made detailed plans for my future based on what I thought would seem the most approving to those around me. I never did anything for myself. I never explored nor did I sit down and just do nothing. I was too scared to dream, always telling myself that dreaming was for the weak, for those that couldn't make something out of themselves. But oh how I was wrong. See, I was the weak one. I was too scared to dream because I knew that I would never make any of it happen. 

   Maybe to you, I'm still the 'Kid', but after breaking my heart, you broke the kid in me. You triggered the change that was anxiously waiting by the side, fearful of coming out. You broke every little part of me, and you left me picking up the pieces, and though the times were truly tough, a little part of me is grateful. Without you, I would have never have realized what I was truly made of. 

   And now you're back, and now we're back, and the insecurities are at an all-time high.