great perhaps

I always wonder what I actually am to other people. What it is like to see me? To wrap your arms around me? To look at me when I laugh or cry? What is it like to know the smell of me? Or how my chest feels when you rest your head on it? What is it like to know me? What does it feel like to love me? Maybe if I knew that feeling I’d learn to love me too.

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

I know you’re scared darling. What if he doesn’t love you back and you’ll get hurt again? But you have to take risks in life, because you never know what will happen. He could give you a lifetime experience and you won’t even know it. So please, take that chance.