I know

I know things. I know when it is time to reach out, and I know when it is time to leave them alone.

I know when it is the end of dreaming dreams, and I know when I need to stop running toward them or away from them.

I know not to chase.

I know not to expect them to chase either. They won’t.

So why is it that I still don’t know you? Don’t know how you feel, don’t know what you want, or what you are moving toward.

I know one day I will stop overthinking it, stop crying through the uncertainty. I know I will.