We were best friends and arch enemies. I don't remember him being around that much.
We played all day, made up our own language and sang silly songs. We walked home from school together, did our homework and watched TV. I wanted him to be around, it would be nice to have another sibling to play with. It's not his fault, his home was broken. You and I don't talk about it.
We had Mom, we had Dad. We had one another. We had something in common. We share memories that only we know, yet the older we get the further apart we grow. I understand we have so many things going on. Work, and kids, and plans and goals. All these things lead to different paths. Despite our differences, we have something in common... It feels almost out of reach, and I don't want to let it go. You and I don't talk about it.
It's been years since I cut him off. I don't need him in my life is what I thought. Time after time I opened my door, my life, my heart. Why would he show up? What did he want from me? Why would he leave me? He never really let me in. Now I think - It's not his fault his home was broken. Despite our differences... We have something in common. He makes an effort. I take my time to respond civilly. My mind claims that I am disinterested and indifferent. My heart only feels like - We have something in common.
Now I feel like you are me, and I am him. Why do I show up? Why do I call? What do I want from you? Why would I leave you? Am I really letting you in? Is it my fault that our bond is broken? My mind tells me that you are disinterested and indifferent. My heart only feels like - We have something in common, and I don't want to let it go. You and I don't talk about it.
Despite our differences, we have something in common.
Now something we have in common is growing older, slowly moving towards the end of their path, and I don't want to let them go. When they're gone - Will we still have something in common?
I will always love you!
I don't know when I'll let him back in. Maybe we should talk about it?
We had something in common.