Morning Comes.

Life is a rollarcoaster, darling. But this I know for sure, the people you are supposed to meet you will. I may not know much but I know that for a fact. Two months into this and I still can't put the words down to describe in any accurate sense what I'm doing here but I have learned so much about myself. Maybe I never wanted to learn french in the first place. Maybe I never really cared about volunteering. Maybe I just needed to get away from home. I don't know much but I know I've met people I'm supposed to meet. Met people that have changed my life and changed how I see my future. People that have seen me at my highest and watched me plummet with no falter to my character. Just acceptance. Acceptance and love. I have met people that I love. Love in the deepest sense and with no persuasion. I love them for who they are and who they could be. And I'm willing to sacrifice for them to see things through. I'm willing to put myself on the line to see what the future holds. Because I can't see a future without those faces in it. For whatever reason we all came here to meet each other. And now that our paths have met this can't be the end. At least not now. I don't know what my future holds but I know for now I need them in it. So I'm counting down the days till I can see you again. Till I can jump into your arms and for everything to fall back into place. Because it doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing as long as we are together. If that's not real love, then I don't know what is.