You

I used to believe there was a You out there waiting for me. That one day all this mess would make sense through someone else eyes.

And I guess, for a longer time then I’ll admit, it was comforting to think that if I just held out. Someone around some corner was there waiting for me, watching me, rooting for me.

It made hard days, liveable, and the bad things have some secret meaning so I didn’t just well, leave te mortal pedestal…

But I grew up, through heartaches to many too count and lessons I’d rather never speak of… and I learned the hard way that No One is coming. No One is waiting. Everyone Else is hoping for there You while sitting around instead of looking for the answers to WHY We needed a You in the first place.

And I learned You was a place holder, a goal to keep people like me in the fight. That idea of meaning something big to someone someday, to be safe and protected, loved and cherished… those were never things we were supposed to go without but so many of us did. And so We made up a You, and Yous go by so many other names; spouse, twin flame, soul mate…

But it’s all the same thing. The missing parts of what We needed to be whole, to feel worth wild, and valuable.

You see, I never needed a You, I just needed to start loving Me enough to heal.