I am going to see her this Sunday at someone's wedding. She is going to be stunning and my heart will race. My heart always race with her around. She is my best friend. It has been 9 years since we became friends at youth group.
Praying with her was my way of telling her that I trusted her. I observe everything and she isn't perfect. No one is perfect. I have met beasts, demons, angels and humans because the bad, the worst and the good are all just labels we put into stories. I don't trust people. I did once when I was younger.
I was naive, hopeful, the outcast and the sunshine in people's lives.
I grew up because my heroes were selfish and abandoned me to deal with my own problems, my expectations of humanity broke my heart repeatedly and my villains were bullies with inflated egos.
I don't have a perfect life and I am okay with that. I am always learning from my past and I am grateful for my wild life.
It's mine and I am not alone anymore because I have my closest friends, my good friends, my misfit army and people I meet at Coffee Boy's coffee shop in town.