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Sometimes I wonder if they would understand. I even wonder if you would. But in all honesty, how could you, when I don’t really get it myself?

I have to admit that my mind was boggled, when you first started squatting the back of my head. You were uninvited, and didn’t seem to care about it. Slowly, but surely, you unpacked your stuff and made yourself comfortable in a corner of my secret garden. I hadn’t agreed to this move, but didn’t oppose to it either…

And before I knew it, you had settled in.

I am not sure, whose fault it was. And quite frankly, I don’t care. But if I ever get confronted about it, I’ll blame you.

Yes, I’ll shamelessly blame you. Because you’ve been around for such a long time, and I trusted you’d never be a threath to my somewhat balanced life. You were a great guy, but not the kind that stood out in a crowd.

And yet, over time, I discovered what a charming person you are.

It is the little things that drew me to you little by little. How you are always there to give a helping hand (though acting grumpy about it at times, but I think we both know it is just an act). How you take time to chat about all and nothing, and, on the side, the sound of your laughter. How you don’t care about showing up looking a bit sloppy, if it means saving that much time to solve a problem.

And you have aged so well…

I thought you were goodlooking when I first met you. With your black hair and your well-built silhouette. I had no second thought about it, though. But now, with your greying hair and beard, I would lie if I said you don’t look so much more attractive.

But nothing of the above is relevant, because I didn’t invite you in, no. You broke into my soul, and made it your summer house without even knowing it.

And though you’ll never be told you did it, you are guilty.

Of all those little things.