Every now and then, something gets dropped right in the middle of your nice little life that absolutely blows it up, and leaves you laughing like a kid standing outside while its raining Skittles.
Or, it brings you close to tears because you realize how much you don’t deserve it.
Every now and then, something does both. God tends to be good for that.
Is it possible to fall in love in 2 weeks? I’m not talking about first sight, I mean to know someone for a couple of weeks, and, after a handful of in-depth conversations and like 4 dates, to start falling in love? Tell me if it is, because I’m not so sure it didn’t just happen.
I looked into someone’s eyes today, and I saw something I had never seen before: the future. I’m not talking about having a vision, I mean I looked at someone and knew. I just knew. I’ve been able to say before that I could see myself with someone forever, but that was different. That I was trying to see. This time it found me.
In two weeks I have found myself in a relationship that has moved lightning fast, and, for some reason, it doesn’t scare me. But it scares me that it doesn’t scare me. I’m comfortable with it. Because I’ve talked in previous posts about how frustrated I have been because nobody could ever understand me, ever see things from my perspective. Well, now I can “until now” to that sentence. Because someone does. And she has blown me away.
The irony here is, folks, that she’s gonna read this post sometime in the next couple of days.
So I guess, in the interest of complete transparency, I should say that I am kind of scared. I’ve pulled a knife out of my back every time. Every time. I don’t know what its like to not have someone screw me over. And opening up completely makes me vulnerable to that again. But I have opened up so much already, and now the sirens are screaming in my head to stop, slow down, and examine things carefully.
But I don’t want to let unexpected beauty pass me by because I was standing still.
I’m scared, but I don’t think I can stop.