It was trusting - The kind where you let yourself float in the ocean with the knowledge that the water surface wouldn't let you sink
It was release - The kind where you could let go of the rope and enjoy the wind in your hair as you freefall without ever landing the wrong way
It was ignorance - The kind where you put yourself in the spotlight not realising the audience were in their seats because they were obligated not because they were willing
It was struggling - The kind where you went too far ahead and started sinking into quicksand, trying so hard to get yourself out that you didn't see outstretched hands surround
It was silence - The kind where you notice the elephant in the room but refused to acknowledge the distance between you and them
It was isolation - The kind where the ocean had grown too vast to be crossed with all you have left when the storm passes
It was letting go - The kind where acceptance has settled in your bones and you see the uncrossed distance that could've been overcome if there were words instead of space
It was reminiscing - The kind where the memories, although tainted, make you miss the belonging and the ties left severed and forgotten
It was wishing - The kind where I would see your from a premeditated distance and know that neither of us cared enough to build a bridge and neither of us left saying what we needed to tell the other.