#belongtogether

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 of circumstances, or fate or sheer blind luck but it definetly makes me believe in something.

I gave you a meeting time and place to take some time together and talk in my van. I though that I could convince you to run away with me. I don't know if I’m stupid or I just really see you. I know deep in there you want to be with me, but you don't ever let go. I can't be resentful of your behaviour, love doesn't want to let me do that. I sent you that letter asking you to be my lover, like a 2nd grader because you know, writing is more my thing than talking. I looked at you and I could see your love for me in your eyes, but you said no. You said I got better to do than to be with you, that you were not ready for this. So I’ve gone on that trip, thinking maybe you were right, that I would forget you.