Over the weekend I officially realized that there's nothing I like better than you. As furious as you can make me, for the first time I feel like i'm a part of something that is as important as I always wanted something to be. As deep, as gut wrenching, as pulling on all the senses. It's that feeling you find at four in the morning. The holding of hands and all of the things that hurt. Not just a mere encounter, the long con of pretending that it's felt to the depths, or a way to pass the hours in denial, but genuinely purposeful and meant. Meant to be, meant to do, meant to exist, meant to love. I do.
