I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy. But loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
I was about to answer, “definitely, hands down I think people meet at the wrong time all the time”, then I realized there is no wrong time.
You meet a person for a reason. Every person you meet links you a little bit more to the person you are. It could be a person you let go in front of you down the subway steps, and their metro card doesn’t read and you miss the R train uptown.
It may be that women who came into the store and made you help her try on 17 different pairs of earrings for her wedding day. Then didn’t buy anything.
It may a person that seems to fit, perfectly into your life, a person you miss even before they leave your side. Someone who you could greet the day, and face challenges with. It may not be an ideal time, or the best time, but you met that person and they propelled you a little further into humanity, into life.
There is no wrong time, time is so malleable in our memories that no matter what kind of time that you have it can’t have been wrong, it just was, and is. You aren’t suppose to be with them in that time. Maybe in 3 years, 47 years, or maybe never
Realize why labeling time doesn’t work other than simple the past, present, and future. realize that most times you have no control over it, you keep your chin up and you progress into the future, into another time.
It may sound very mystical, or doubtful… hell, I don’t know, but just take a moment to recall people that you have met, and how they moved your journey just a tad in the wrong direction, thus making time move faster, or slower, or sometimes not at all.
When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. I see in you that part of me which is you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, we share the same madness.