Nothing New

My favorite girl is still you. You still dance in the deepest part of me, lingering in my memory longer than time itself. You are still the part of me I carry on this journey of mine.

After all this time, after all the meetings and goodbyes, you are still tucked neatly into every plan I hope to make. None of the beautiful things to come will ever stand apart from your name.

I am still the person you knew before. I may look a little different, but nothing about me is new.

Even when I try to look for someone new, I can't escape the romance of you. Have you turned into someone new by now? I meet one person after another, yet I have never found that adorable nose on anyone else's face. You are still exactly the person I find in the pages of my memory.

With every encounter, I keep hoping that somehow I'll be cornered into a meeting where being with you feels more possible. Then I'll tell you something new: that very meeting was the color of my life.