You remind me of him

You remind me of him. The same smile. The same looks. The same shyness in the eyes. The same wanting, but never to take. The same caution. The same fear. The same consideration. The same words. Words that are so cautious, it's hard to tell if they are real.

He said, he wanted me to always live near him, always and always. He wanted me to never marry, but always be his. He wanted a lot of things, but he never gave. Until, it was too late for him to give, then he regreted. And then, he disappeared. And then, he appeared again. However, still, he was the same. The same wishing that I am always his, even though he has others with him.

You remind me of him, the same joke, the same quietness, the same non-sense, and the same care flowing in your eyes. Yet, this time, I am more cautious than before. I don't know what I should believe, perhaps nothing, perhaps everything. However, I still feel connected, to you, somehow. Like quiet water flows, like little streams, too light to make a ripple, but too sure to be not there.

I'll put you in a little box and put it in my heart. Now I am more careful about feelings, more careful than before ever was.

You see, there was a man I had loved, loved with my whole heart. And this man, I just gave up. Because I could not love him anymore. Because I could not feel him anymore. Because the distance was too far, in life and in the heart. More than anything, because we're going separate ways, him and I, so different is our lives, so different our directions, so different our future. I do miss him, and I still miss him, but this, I know, was the right thing to do.

It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Actually, it hurts quite a lot, but I know now how to control myself. You see, one should definitely be more careful of their feelings and their heart. You are cautious, you know. You are also diplomatic. That's an admirable trait.