It’s not black and white different, it’s pink and blue different.
Similar but not enough to be the same.
Different enough but not polar opposites.
Still both colours.
Sometimes fitting quite nicely together, others clashing horrendously…
And I guess sometimes I just want to be you. To understand. To appreciate what you’ve gone through and why you are like you are. And why I care. Or you. What you care about.
What breaks and mends you.
What happy memories could never replace or be forgotten.
Will be… Am I already… Forgotten?
I still smile. I wouldn’t mind. There’s a whole life time ahead of me. Full of hurt and full of happiness greater than any pain the world will challenge us with.