I'd like to think I'm the mess you'd wear with pride
Tonight, I find my thoughts turn to you:

The boy who I once loved,
 
the boy who I once left.

Never did I imagine that leaving you would bring about the most miraculous event of my life.

In leaving you,  I found myself.


I prayed for you every night.

I longed to hear from you, even to hear just one sentence, but I knew that we needed to travel our separate roads.


And in returning,  I found you.

No longer a boy but a man.