It wasn't until now that I've realized that I was just a kid; hardly comparable to the years written in lines on your skin.
And that in many aspects, that's how I would forever remain.
Young. Naive. Unprepared to face the world.
Maybe in a few years we could make it work.
When you've relaxed and I've matured in the ways I've yet to.
But as of now, I'll allow myself to be young.
I'll allow myself to thrive in youth, even if I am alone.
