The feeling of meeting you is like this:
I walked and wander and you were a spot, a picnic table by the lake that I didn't know I need to sit comfortably for lunch
I was running on the park and you were that burger food truck that made me crave and filled me with joy for something I thought would be bad
I was crying in the bathroom and you were that toilet paper that I didn't thought I would need. It seems valueless but it was what wipe my tears away
I was confused on what to order for lunch and you were that menu I craved for and thank the heavens I picked you
I was convinced I didn't like that type of music and found myself not able to properly function without your rythm
It was all sorts of things. Small rather, and to others held no value.
But I knew it, without knowing why or how or when and where.
It is that simple joys of realizing something you didn't know you were looking for, I call that meeting you and was on its way to being completely in love.
