DO YOU KNOW THAT I CAN'T SWIM?

It's been a many years.

You and I were perfect.
We were friend.
We were a classmate.
We were smart and come for competition.

You came to me and said that you adore me.
I came with my innocent face.
"Are you insane?" I said.
"We are friend. Instead a best friend, you know!"

But now, after many years.
You come to me as a stranger.
We are not friend anymore.
We are not a classmate.
You are imperfect.
You are still pretty smart, but I don't.
And I am not your competitor anymore.

I know that you are a good swimmer.
Anyway, do you know that I can't swim?
I try so hard to reach the beach.
Luctor et emergo. I am struggling so I am not drowning.

Today, I swear that you were insane.
So do I.
Because, I swear I also adore you.
You and your imperfection.

Yes you.