"Because I want to get to know you too!"
I flinched when you screamed a little and looked like you were almost crying. I once accompanied you in your not-so-tidy room and stroked your head until you fell asleep. And me too. Doesn't this show that we are special and different from your other close friends?
I once let you sleep in my secret room and gave you little toys left by my recently deceased mother and you knew it.
But you're too high for me to climb, when I feel like I'm getting closer, it turns out you're still too far away. I spent seven years diving into you and I was too tired after that. Then I met another beautiful woman and hugged us. I broke up with her briefly because I remembered you. I don't want to hurt her just because I'm not done with you. It took three years to say that this fire was purely for her and not for you.
Then you came back like a strong storm that wanted to destroy my house that I worked so hard to build.
"I was wrong"
Just with that sentence, I saw you.
"Me too"
You to me, it turns out, are not a woman like her, you have become my mother who I miss more than anything and I never knew the pain she endured.
Then you disappeared and I embraced my woman and her tears.