nature, summer, outdoors

One More Time

Here I sit trying to figure out what the Universe wants from me. The scary part is I think I know. It wants me to give the love I’ve always shared with others to myself, it wants me to learn patience and… the art of not doing. After all of these years I still need to learn to be still, but I am getting better. 

It’s hard for me to be singular. I like to have a partner, even though I didn’t think I wanted one right now or anytime soon even, I can’t stop from imagining, from feeling. He gives me just enough to keep me around. I realize that, I’m sure he does too. It’s not fair, or is it? I don’t know. Maybe it’s the Universe’s way of just giving me enough to keep my heart open to possibility while making me focus on myself. 

I do like him though… I keep saying that, don’t I?

There’s something innocent and sincere about him, yet there’s a darkness he hides. He hides it well, maybe even from himself, but I see it. I feel it. I want to know him on a level no one ever has. Or maybe I want him to want to know me on such a level. 

All I know is its not up to me. I won’t push or fight for love anymore, the Universe needs to bring me what is meant for me. I believe it will, I have to.