The Art Of Our Thoughts

The thing about having a 'person'

"You're my person, you'll always be my person" ~Grey's Anatomy.

It's exactly 2:08 in the morning right now. You can imagine the thoughts going through my head, and the feelings in my heart.

It's hard sometimes, to struggle with breathing and no one seems to be your oxygen.

It's hard when you're feeling cold and empty, and no one is your comforter.

And it's also hard, when you can't do anything about it.

So as I sit here, wallowing in self-pity, I start to divulge more into the concept of having a person.

I find it hard to believe that there are people who would do anything for you, that they would drop everything and halt their lives just to help you.

Go ahead, call me cynical, but honestly I prefer realist.

I mean think about it, in this life right now, we're all struggling to achieve so much, some are even fighting to survive, and you expect them to drop everything to help you?

Being someone's person means having the tendency to sacrifice so much so you could see them happy, so you could lessen their hurt.

That seems okay to you, but they're not your person if they don't reciprocate the same intents and feelings now are they?

I don't know, it seems I've been close and distanced with too many different people, so many people I whole heartedly thought that we'll always do what's best for eachother, and it never worked out.

Not once.

How freaking sad huh?

I'm still eighteen though, so many stages I haven't gone through yet, and who knows, maybe my person is at uni, or at work, or my unknowm future spouse.

Who freaking knows.
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Dedicated to: My Person.

-S.S.