Those days are rare, but when it hits, it HITS.
Trip. You. Out.
I long for that one who would travel the world and the seven seas with me. We would never tire of each other; only push the limits of annoyance but never cross the line to negative comfort. I long for that day of contentment when I don’t have to worry about whether our futures will align, because they have already merged. Maybe I have found you, but sometimes it’s really about the right time. Time screws up a lot of things.