I knew it. I have fully known it from the start. From the time I've met you two, that there's something about it that makes me question the universe if the one meant for you, and the one you recklessly love are one and the same. And even the line between these two has thinned itself to almost a strand, giving us the illusion that they are one. And in between this line is where I'll write not who I chose, but only will I write who they are.
Him. He is the type of person who makes me feel understood, the one you'll end up having late night conversations with, talking about anything, everything till the stars go dim. Who says the things I've always wanted to hear, filling my ears with so much delight I just can't possibly put into words; the one I asked the moon for, every time I fall asleep. Like the other half that's been taken from me before the universe was created, and is now finding its way back.
You. I can never comprehend your existence, how and why you came will always be a mystery; you are the shot in the dark, the one wild card. I have never waited for you nor prayed for you to come, but you are here with a presence so maddening and lovely at the same time. You'll never be my prince charming or my knight in shining armor, but God, I will always search for you. My heart will ache at merely the sound of your name, for you've known that I was yours, even before I knew it. You may not be able to fix me, nor will you try to, you may not be able to save me, nor will I let you, but you have always been and always will be my strength to face tomorrow. You are the cumulonimbus to the rainstorm I have always been.
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I adored him for who he was trying to be, but I loved you for who you are.
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Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
