How relieving it feels to be yourself, unedited. With your scars, fears and weird exposed but instead of running they pull closer.
You are held tightly by a long embrace in a room where silence needs no filling for their warmth completes volumes of words that need not be uttered.
Suddenly you’re reminded of what it should have always been like. How it’s taken a journey to re-discover how to be loved. How to receive love. How the times you’ve felt like something wasn’t quite right was simply because you were accepting less than you deserved.
Then arises this question of attachment. Forming secure and healthy bonds.
There is something to be said about the fact that the massive universe had to evolve and unfold in this very particular way bringing us together in such a peculiar way.
I’m curious about you.