You seem familiar.

When our eyes meet, I feel as if I've known you for much longer than I have. We're like old friends, except that I can't remember what makes our friendship old.

I also see your guilt.

Who were we to each other before?

I don't remember much. Some very specific feelings of sadness, some memories of smiles with no faces to match them with, voices with no words...and a scream.

Do you know what happened to me?

I've asked you this many times, and you said no every time, turning your face aside. I'm not sure who you're trying to fool. If you won't tell me, though, I won't force you to. I understand the importance of keeping dark secrets hidden. And I know your heart is pure; your dark secret couldn't hurt anyone in its obscurity.

But your guilt...it hurts to see sometimes. Your smile, so radiant, is marred by your uncertainty. You are afraid of me, or at least afraid to be with me. I don't want to intrude, but I wish I knew why you hurt so.

I wish, so that I could tell you with all confidence that it's okay.

You are so kind, so confident, and yet so uncertain of your way. You carry the burden of a failure too great to be spoken of. You act as if you failed me before. As if you're still failing me.

But you're not. You're there for me even when everyone else tires of my presence. You're kind to me even during my darkest moods. You helped me up from the wreckage of my old life and helped me construct a new one.

Whatever we've done wrong before, let us let that fade into the past. This is today. And today, we are together. Today, we are happy.