I always think about how rare every situation is.  About how all these unique little circumstances must first happen for the conclusion to happen.  How “If I hadn’t gotten sick and walked to the bathroom I’d never of met her” or how “If I hadn’t moved to the other side of the world I’d of never realized that I could relate to someone so easily.”  But the truth is that there is nothing miraculous about these occurrences at all they are just the way things happened there is nothing shocking or amazing but the good or the bad in extremes always amaze us but they always get added up and smashed into that average.  However I like to think that these extreme goods and bads get added together and there is very little room for the very basic averages… that one person who always sits in the middle chair who dates one person their whole life and is never really happy but never really sad.  And who knows, maybe that’s as happy as everyone else is.  You can’t be happy without sad and vice-versa.

I’m pretty strange about love.  You see my emotions are really stretchy.  I automatically love everyone and anyone around me, even when they aren’t particularly lovable people.  This makes things really complicated because it’s very difficult to get into my heart, there’s a long line.  Very very rarely you meet people who require very preferential treatment.  Those people who you loved before you met them and there was a missing spot in you and you couldn’t find the matching piece.  So you get that little sifter out and dig it deep into the sand and shake it until there is that piece that exactly matches that little missing bit in your soul.  Even when you find it though, what do you do?  Do you jump at it like a wild savage beast?  What if you scare your chance at being complete away?  Do you lie back and hope it comes to you?  What if you let your chance at being complete wonder away without telling it how important it is to you?

Whether you take a quick jab at it or you slowly bring it in with a smile and friendship…  Don’t let it get away.  Those little pieces and big pieces are what make a person a person and without the effort, without the love, without the nervousness and the reckless abandon life wouldn’t be life.

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