I need a place to sleep...

I'm starting to learn that perfection isn't what matters, in fact, it's the very thing which can destroy us if we let it. The bumps in the road, the challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what makes life meaningful. As I move forward, I try to follow my heart, yet too often I find myself leaning towards following my pain. I catch myself falling back into old patters. And as always, habits die hard.

Even though I know the dark places I can stray to, the comfort of familiarity is eternal. Right now, the best thing I can do is find out who I am. It seems so redundant at this point and it will probably never be good enough, but I can't continue being a stranger in my own skin. I can't walk through life not knowing who I am. Now it seems, the dream is to stop changing and finally becoming the person I'm supposed to be.

I think I loved you even before I knew your name. I don't care that the chances of it working out are next to none. I asked myself why, and in the same breath I got my answer. It's everything about you; it's that teasing smile, your warm scent. It's the curve of your body, the sway of your hair, the innocence of your voice. It's just everything about you, but more than that, it's everything about me. It's everything about the way you make me smile, laugh, cry and hurt. It's everything about the way you make me feel.