You have intrigued me since I have known you. I recently found myself wondering what I would see if I could look at the things I am so familiar with, through your eyes. Would they still be familiar? Would I still love the things that I love if I could have your thoughts about them?
I wonder what it would be like if I could understand the things that now have me confused. I wonder whether I would understand you if I could see through your eyes. I have such trouble with that. Trying to understand you feels like running after butterflies trying to catch them. Maybe that's because of your complexity. Maybe it's because of mine. Perhaps I am too small to understand. Perhaps I am too narrow-minded. And perhaps I am looking in the wrong direction, or making things too complicated. It's all possible I guess.
The most important to me is that I should be afraid to see what I look like through your eyes. But I'm not. There's no evil in you. And through your fascinating eyes, this world couldn't be anything but beautiful.