I lay down and stare at the wall for a second. I can hear myself breathe. Inhale and exhale. I can hear myself feel.

I close my eyes and I see myself walking down the stairs of my parents' house with a long white dress. You're waiting for me. I'm waiting for you. And for a second, among all the screams, the pictures, the kids and the people, there is only you and me.

I can see myself meeting you and falling in love with you. I can see myself not being afraid anymore. God, I wish I wasn't filled with fear. God, I wish I had met you.

But then, I open my eyes and all I see is the ceiling. It is grey. I've always loved this color. It's white and black blended together. It shows that the world is not simple. It's a little happy and a little sad. It's a little tough and a little easy.

So maybe we were meant to wait a little to love even more, to know even more, to be even more.