Perhaps

I know you watch and wait, perhaps throughout this time you may have even forgotten what it is you are hoping to find, but nonetheless we both know what it is that you think. There is no room for error, we both know that now. I screwed up in a childlike feverish attempt to draw you in. I simply wanted your attention; you knocked me down and out a few years but It’s okay, I have risen once before from a great fall, it’s my life experience — but this time it’s you that I have fallen into and perhaps you are even from somewhere in my past I guess you could call it romanticism or karma, depending on your take of the circumstances. Watch for the signs and the numbers, ironically they seem to follow a pattern, look and you will know it’s me, no matter how many years go by, because the measure of time in love is not quantitative and neither are the basis of Judgments that you have wrongly placed on me, do your homework, your slacking. . . most of which you have mistaken me for someone else. Stop looking for the person that you have falsely created in your mind, and maybe then the real me will surface.