Damn. It’s like This Fish has a probe in my brain or something – lately she seems to post the most oddly relevant things. And puts them into words so much more beautiful that I could ever hope to write.
What do I mean to you? Itâ€™s not something weâ€™re cool about asking each other. Itâ€™s something weâ€™re supposed to read between the lines, figure out through the context of conversations, emails and facial expressions.
You make my life better.
I think youâ€™re funny.
We are temporary.
An unreturned phone call and sideways glances may read, Youâ€™re replaceable. While a tender pat on the head from the same person can say, To the moon and back.
I wish it were always as easy as asking. I wish the answers were obvious. What I have learned is that it takes a great deal of inner peace and acceptance to turn down the noise and be open to the answer – because when you least expect it, it will whisper quietly in your ear, and tell you everything you never knew that you already knew.