It’s peculiar, how some people seem to stroll into our lives as if God had them made especially for us. Their very essence is like a gravity made only for us, drawing us closer to them without us noticing, until we look in their eyes one day, and realize exactly what they mean to us.
It’s heartbreaking and beautiful, all at the same time.
It’s the most peculiar thing. They tell stories of a life before you knew them, and yet you feel you were there all along.
And you both know it, but you dare n’t say the words aloud, for fear the world around you both will come crashing down.