And make me re-think everything that I know.
I was told that who I am would be enough.
That I would be everything that they wanted
And everything that they didn't know they needed.
I was told that someone, somewhere was praying for me.
Someone, somewhere could not wait for the day
That our eyes would meet across the room.
I was told that one day everything would make sense.
Every heartbreak. Every lost friend.
Every bad day. Every failure.
Every heartbreak. Every lost friend.
Every bad day. Every failure.
Everything would make sense the moment that I met that person.
MY PERSON.
~ And that’s the way the cookie crumbles! ~
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