I wish I could meet one person, just ONE who understands me.
Someone who will laugh when I make a joke.
Someone who knows that when I’m having anxiety all I need is a hug.
Someone who will say, “You can do it,” when things seem uncertain.
Someone who will bring me food, because they know it makes me happy.
Someone who will allow me to treasure them, just because it blesses me to do that.
Someone who will sit with me and say nothing.
Someone who will listen to my decisions and then understand where I’m coming from.
Someone who will look at me and see my inner beauty.
Someone who will protect me and never try to hurt me.
Someone who will let me be free and run wild and be available to run with me.
Someone.
Someone.
To share this journey with who wants to be here.