I keep trying to recall how we got here. I’m trying to connect the dots from the first time we met to the time we found ourselves sitting together late at night, talking about the most random things. And then I keep trying to connect those to the mornings I’d catch myself smiling first thing because I’d wake up to your good mornings. The afternoons when you would just pop up in my head, and every second when only thoughts of you would calm me down. I keep trying to connect those dots, probably in hopes that I’d end up creating a solid, beautiful picture of us.
It was random, wasn’t it? How we met. It wasn’t some guy-meets-girl-and-they-fell-in-love bullshit or a knight-in-shining-armor-rescuing-a-princess crap almost every fairy tale or romantic movie keeps shoving down our throats. There wasn’t any spell cast, or an arrow Cupid struck straight into our hearts. It was normal, boring even. It was innocent, without any hidden intention. It was human — so human it fucks me up, because how could something that normal turn into me needing you to breathe and to keep it together? How did I get to the point where I’d run only to you for safety?