I have visited you for months on a loop. You were waiting for me inside a secret trap door inside my mind. Nobody knew how to forge a hidden pathway to your compartment, except for me, and that was devine because we are safe together. Always were.
We never used words, it was not necessary with us, you spoke my silence language and I understood the meaning of your sighs. You were my home and I was your security blanket inside that tiny space of invisibility.
However, there was a code that we’d agreed to follow every time we met to ensure the safety of our union. But one day the others found out about us and the code was broken.
With that, you migrated from my mind to another and we no longer saw each other.
Sometimes I tell myself that there is a thin line connecting my heart to yours and I’ll always find you, like that red string theory. (Do you know it?)
A year ago, I tried to locate your whereabouts, I did not succeed, but I left you a message in our hideaway, because we're good at this game.
I get lost and you find me.