I will be twenty-nine,
A few steps away from the big three.
I will have visited the places I’ve been dreaming of since fifteen—
Breathed different air,
Known different people.
I will be studying, working, living—
Not so precariously through mine,
Nor vicariously through writings in books.
Safe in the arms of someone whose warmth matches mine,
In a home with no screaming, just peace—
Five years from now.
You will be thirty-two,
Your name up high, right where you envisioned it.
Your limbs no longer swelling, your sleep no longer just an escape.
Breathing a little easier,
Learning different people.
You will be walking, working, living—
Your Vios driven to every dream you once spoke of.
Your mom’s warm, colourful hands always there to hold you.
Your heart and head light with peace, no screaming,
In your house still standing strong by the beach—
Five years from now.
We will no longer be kids by then.
You will grow into the man I never got to know,
And the warmth that was once yours—now mine,
To freely give, and widely so.
And we will be living, laughing, loving—
With no regrets, no resentments for each other,
Only the love that was there
When we desperately needed it.
251111/mia and sebastian’s theme
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This was written after I rewatched La La Land, inspired by this scene specifically, which altered my mind about the purpose behind everything that happened, realising how things were meant to end from the start... and how I might always love this guy somehow. Not in love, just love, because he was my best friend, and I still want things to go well for him, and I'm sure he wants the same for me. Viklis Mexcilon, I'm always glad that we met.
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