Every Mile A Memory

Find someone who makes you realise 3 things: 1, that home is not a place, but a feeling. 2, that time is not measured by a clock, but in moments. And 3, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared.

When you meet the right person, you know it. You can’t stop thinking about them. They are your best friend, and your soulmate. You can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with them. No one and nothing else can compare.

He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Meeting someone at the wrong time is the saddest thing I have ever come to comprehend. There is this unfathomable pain rooted deep in knowing that you have to let go to continue growth separately when in your heart, you just know- you know that since the first day you were both put on this planet, you must have been two seeds planted right next to each other, the crossing of roots inevitable because what else could explain how you see the world almost identically? What else could explain how when it rains on the other, you feel it too? And it is for these exact reasons I know that us meeting was not a coincidence; we will meet again someday when we have bloomed a little stronger in order to maximise eachother’s growth.

They sat across the room, barely meeting eyes, when more than anything in the world they wanted to hold each other.

I didn’t know what I was getting into but all I knew is that I wanted you more than anything. If this will end in chaos then so be it. I’ve waited years for you, so I will not let you slip away so easily again.

and that’s when i started to see your face everywhere that I realized that I was becoming madly addicted to you.