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Find the person who lets you stand firmly


Fall in love with the feeling of real, of being right where you stand, visible, heard, here. Recognize when You are a part of  a dialog you are 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 again, but not to myself. He could not 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  his ways, 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 once again I had learned something.

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

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

Note to self;  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 (wonderful you) are not memorable in their eyes.
However,  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 that inner voice and see that extraordinary person within yourself, meet them even in your loneliness.

When looking for a partner, find that person that lets you stand firmly, feel right here, acknowledged and not blurry.

Walk away from those who leave you with the feeling of missing your own beat. 
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