There's this moment.
The one where you can feel electricity moving from your body, desperately trying to reach the person next to you.
Where the familiar comes rushing back and all you crave is to be back in that old home.
A home where his arms felt so safe.
Where when you do connect and nothing can break it, you crave the touch of him next to you.
It begins to consume your mind how much you miss that touch and warmth.
You miss the moment when you two fit like puzzle pieces.
And there's the moment where you two think about each other and it's confirmed when you see his name flash up.
The moment where that moment becomes something you can again touch.
I've missed you.
I've missed the flawless way we fit.

I think there's something beautiful and organic about finding yourself.
Like sitting in a bookstore for hours uncovering the variety of stories you wish to encounter and the characters you're curiosity spuns about.
As well as the characters you've already come to learn in the same book you can never love too much.
Or the fact everyone knows you've been into a room because all the cabinets and drawers have remained wide open, a clear sign of your presence.
How you still have the same favorite song you did when you heard it as a little girl from Peter Pan.
How no matter how old you get you're reading taste does not.
The hunger for fantasy and unreality in her life never lessens,
she dreams of a world where things that are not real suddenly make sense, because of the nonsense.
She dreams of being a writer and seeing her words and name in the world because of her bold statement to Jesus.
Finding herself will not in the end be her reward, but all the small things that brought here there along the way.
She will never change for anyone's displeasure again,
for she is already so divine and pure.
One must come to love all the tiny imperfections each individual soul obtains.
I love my small annoyances, because at times that is what friends die laughing about in a moment.
Oh how important it is to find good friends.
In heartbreak and illness they are truly the ones who never leave your side.
The ones who show you what the best humanly love received is.
The sooner I could've learned that romance is nice, but not nice forever Oh how much happier she and I may have been.
How giving the key to your happiness to one mere human is the most obstrosity of a thing to do.
Finding a peace of mind in oneself and a hope that everything is going to be ok is the next lesson one must learn.
Only the dreamers in this world will survive, because they believe in a greater power, they believe truly, that everything they hope and want will certainly come to meet their gaze once upon their dream.
Only the dreamers will survive.
Only the believers will live.

A torrential, tranquil down pour from the heavens is the world sympathizing with you through Gods physical tears,
A most comforting and peaceful place to be, while he holds you in your promising future of happiness.

My mind, body, and soul feel sophrosyne.
Finally.

The dreams of what I hope and aspire to be are outweighing the pain of my past.
The excitement and beauty I see in my future are worth every bit of disappointment I've conquered.
Yes, the memories of my mind are tying a noose around a struggling heart, but love of my King is replacing it with a crown of worth.
I will grasp what I've always deserved and dreamt of.