"It's weird. I see my old self in you... only, it's the one that was seized by history."

I'd like to tell you that but not today.
Maybe someday.

I don't know. Something happened in my past that made me frozen.
But my eyes, oh! How they remain watchful.
My senses, on guard of what is to come.

I wish I'd care again...

I wish I'd care again.

Because it pains me whenever I think that I no longer care.
And it frightens me whenever I think that you could be the one and I'd let you slip away.

I guess I am not really living in an icebox. But I am almost there if I stop here.
So on, I go.

I'm giving this chance a chance.
Who knows where and how we'd end up, right?

It's weird though, once I imagined ending up with someone having a name like yours.

You will be revealed if ever that happens.
But here, right now, I'd call you Sander.

I have let two Sanders slip away in the past.
You could be the third or not.

We'll know. We'll see.
Soon if not someday.

You could be the one.
Or you could just remain as someone I know.

Right now, nothing matters.
I haven't really got time to think about it.
But I am grateful for your every effort in reaching out.

I like seeing myself in you.
So in silence, I will be watching you.

Two things:
You could slip away (just like the others)
Or you could stick around (just like anybody else).