A little over 14 hours ago, I was sitting in this exact same place. At my kitchen table, in a house that is still too silent. The only difference now, is the way I feel.
Last night I felt inspired, and today, I feel uplifted. Usually, when I feel good about myself like I do right now, it has to do with a boy. And yes, I won't lie to you. Last night, there was a boy. But for the first time, I think even if I would have gone to bed alone, I would have been just as happy as I am now. But I am certainly not complaining about him. He was...something. Something good.
At a point during the night, I looked around me, and realized, that every moment is a moment you won't get back. And usually a thought like that would scare me and make me negative. But it did the opposite. I looked around at the faces surrounding my kitchen table, that was definitely not lonely anymore, and realized that they are all faces that I have learnt to love. And if these faces walk out on me, I should be happy I was able to love them. Even if it was just for a second that I loved their faces, at least I gave these faces something from my heart.
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