words don't come that easy.

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25.12.21
00:05

All of a sudden two decades have passed and have not kissed anyone with you still tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover's sweater or "forgotten" it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they're both having a separate anxiety attack.

This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?

The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is "wondering what it's like to meet someone like you," and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-'em-up drug, and they're just about ready to inject it into someone else's bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.

The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they're looking for a lover too. They're what you might call a soulmate. They think they're all alone in feeling the way they do, but you're really both two halves of a whole. And one day you'll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you'll make one.