I'm looking through you.

I am in love. I'm fascinated - and maybe even obsessed - in a way I haven't been in so long. I think of her, make plans with her, feel excited by the thought of having her follow side by side with me in the future. There are little hearts coming out of my eyes, but mostly I feel like I'm being myself more than ever.

But if I'm obsessed, dude, I don't know what word I can use to describe what you are. Oh, wait, there's a thesaurus online. You're bewitched.

You seem like you found your Yoko, someone who doesn't even need to give you orders. She only turns you into this fucking little boy, displaying her picture instead of your own, displaying her name instead of yours.

And just like Lennon, you're becoming one, killing each other in the process.

I still care for you, nothing is lost. But I'm saddened for not being on top of your priority list anymore. I used to think no matter what happened with our lives, we wouldn't be far apart.
I thought it didn't matter if you were playing things I didn't like, heck, that you don't like even, in places where I feel uncomfortable. Whenever I went and caught you by surprise, we wouldn't feel awkward, we'd still be accomplices.

You're not the same. I'm not the same either. But I still see you as a brother and feel frustrated for your absence.