here i wrote this in one go.
So, I know we just met not to long ago. So I’ll just say this to myself. You bring beauty like the warmth of sun after it rains, out of nowhere, and your only option is to sit drenched in the warmth that only something built with a little more time could bring. If you were to ask me what I wanted to find I’d probably say you. But thats not something you find that finds you. In the same way your favorite song did. In the same way your favorite meal did. You had no idea. But look what happens when you try and stumble upon something new. Sometimes, I don’t know where I’m going. Sometimes I leave the house looking for my serotonin Behind the price tag, of something I’m just going to donate to goodwill. But sometimes You find that something that you just don’t want to go without again.
I think love is like a freight train. Theres plenty of people on board. It doesn’t matter where you go the tracks lead to all destinations. But you can’t wait at a platform and expect it to stop for you. Sometimes(drawn out emphasis on sometimes) You blink and find yourself on that train Shadowed in familiarity of before. You can’t blink off the train. You fall off the train. You tumble and stop at the bottom of what can only be described as emotional razorblades. Getting up off of the blades hurts just as bad as letting them sink in.
But see heres the thing, I would throw myself off the train. To leave you with love and sink softly as you drift into the same sunset you once warmed me with. I think often we find people well after they’ve experienced more pain than you could ever understand putting them through. The beauty of nature is that it has a tendency to repair itself. A fallen plant can mend a knot and stand up straight. A broken bone heals harder than it was before. The sun always shines brightest after the darkest storm So the storm might not be over. But at least you don’t have to walk it alone. But then I realize I’m talking to the mirror again. I wouldn’t want to scare her away.
