I saw you in a dream. We saw each other again, one standing in front of the other, and your face mirrored the most candid feelings that you could just ever have there by my side.
I took a stab at this chance without a second thought, and heard someone saying all that patience and effort was worth. Even if I had to run and leave thought and doubt on the other corner of the room; even if I had to impose my heart-calling over all the creeping fears, and even if I had to erase or say shamlessly modify the memory of the unwanted past along with the treasured one, I managed to heal so that it would be possible for destiny to come in and say hi.
It opened up a path in which every posible meeting was finally freed and willing for an acceptation of the spirit that was awaiting consciously or unconsciously. You summoned me and I went there, because I did it first and you came over to me, so I was sure it was meant to be.
You said silently "finally; I've missed you so much". And I felt we were complete again, not because we weren't able to enjoy ourselves in our own bodies and presence when distance ruled as a tyrant, but because life was duller without the one in each other's life. You took me in, and as you promised, from there on you'd never let me go.
So I ask myself, what is the joy of loyal and careful friendship and truthful companionship compared to anything else?
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Non-Fictiona personal journal to my own use anytime I feel the need of writing down my thoughts, my feelings or anything else of importance to myself - a space for me to lay down the pen and rest my hand, because sometimes it hurts quite much when I write for...
