And suddenly, one day, without a warning, you're back in my head, hitting me with renewed viciousness. Mom's diving through old papers, and one pops out. I see it, she doesn't see me see it. It's so subtle it's barely there, you see how they did all they could to hide it, to never acknowledge your existence, but when you know what to look for, it's a no-brainer.
Subtle, but they keep on dropping little clues and I keep on hoarding them like puzzle pieces, and I already have enough of them to see the picture, however fractured it may be. A picture of past lies, of tragic ends where beginnings should be, of you and me. Blond hair and green eyes and our bond. Boy, oh boy, our bond.