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Find the person who lets you stand firmly

As much of a cliche`it is for me to write about love on valentines day, here I seem to go, the inspiration lightning hasn't stricken me much lately, so as it hits me....

Fall in love with the feeling of real, of being right here, visible, heard, here. Recognize when You are a part of  a dialog youre invited to. Recognize when you feel whole, Recognize when you get to stay this way, when no one makes your Self loose touch.

I promised myself a long time ago to never fall for what I could feel was sinking me, but about a year ago, there I went again, listened, got lost, listened, said and heard, but not myself, And he couldn't see me since the fence of himself was too high, he only saw him, and I could feel Me being left behind, I remember a time inside a gallery on a summer sunny day, I ran out to the window with the biggest view of the open sea, and I remember saying now that is what real art is to me, Some weeks later when I was still trying to understand I could feel myself not being in touch with where and who I am, I felt an urge to run out to the sea, I took of my shoes and stood in the waves, he called me crazy, I laughed, he laughed and helped me to get my socks and shoes back on my feet, it was April and ones again Id learned something.

Be with someone who doesn't make you run towards a gasp of air or a pinch in your feet, whos closeness does not make you feel like your losing grip,

I somehow also though that if I just show him who I am, all of it, no hiding, just love in these simplicitys, then maybe he would see me, see me as I am.

But you can not leave a memorable mark on someone with an overgrown fence, they will never understand it, appreciate it, or like it for what it is. You are not memorable in their eyes, but in a moment like this you may, and maybe once again, find that something in you that makes you thank yourself for being exactly the person that you are.

Listen to and see that person within yourself, meet them even in your loneliness,
Find the person that lets you stand firmly, feel right here, acknowledged and not blurry.

You are here, and should always feel to be, never let them make you feel like your missing your own beat.


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