The curls in my face. The thoughts in my brain.

The curls in my face. The thoughts in my brain.

You know that field behind my house. It's beautiful to me. But I can't help but think someone was supposed to be sharing that thought with me. Someone was supposed to be walking beside me, with our hearts and footsteps matching. Someone was supposed to be there telling me to stop scratching my eyes, because my allergies were bothering me. Someone was supposed to be there telling me what they wanted out of life + that I agreed. And wanted those same things too. There was supposed to be someone there that made me feel just as good, if not better than the sun + the wind that graced our faces. Someone who tugged as much as I did for "us" even though we had seen many beautiful people and places. That we could have run off to.

SomeONE. Maybe the footsteps weren't there. Maybe they were. Or maybe I'll hear clacking very soon or eventually. But the hearts were always there. In line with one another, but lying discreet.

I'm just pretending not to wait for someONE to come sweep me off my feet.