I lost you years ago.
Then why do I find you every day?
Everything that we knew, together, has changed. Everything we touched, everything we saw, everything we learnt – it has all changed. The television we saw films on, and the films themselves, the walls that witnessed our fondest memories, the water in which we first learnt how to swim, and the swings in our garden, nothing is the same anymore. And yet, nothing is different either.
The huge, bulky television became a sleek screen, but it serves the same purpose.
The films almost look real now, but they’re just as magical.
The walls got painted over and over, but they are still walls.
The water does change from time to time, but the sound of splashes remains unvaried.
The swings did get evicted, but only to be replaced with better ones, more fun ones.
Nothing has changed, it has all only evolved, and love, these are the kind of differences that can be cast into similarities.
I know I haven’t known you in years, but I have known the concept of you all along, and the concepts – they never change.
You will always remain the sea green in a sea of blue and I will always remain the purple in all the shades of pink.
And that’s how I find you, every single day of every single week, for the past eight years, and I know that when you find me, it will all be different, it will all be the same, and it will all be better.