I used to think, “God must have had a bad day when he created me, for I am one talentless, pathetic little being.” I grew up watching others around me literally making their dreams come true. They sing, dance, paint, create their hearts away. All proceeded at a pace I was never be able to catch up with. If you’re good at something, don’t let it go. If you’re good at something…
And then it hit me one night.
I remember our first trip to Austin, TX. Coming with her to her home. Walking around with her. That is what I am good at. I was only holding her hand for maybe the 4th time since I met her that night, but I already knew it by then. She is what I’m good at. That wasn’t my only talent. Let me name some more. Dancing idiotically while our food is being microwaved is what I’m good at. Making playlists for her is what I’m good at. Understanding her intense taste in music is my expertise. Grabbing some flowers to take home to her because I got off work 30 minutes early is what I’m good at. Making her family happy is what I’m good at. Listening to her sing to the radio is what I’m good at. Subconsciously finding her after we drifted away in our sleep is what I am good at. Getting her attention for my own selfish sake is what I’m good at. Loving her, loving her, just fucking loving the shit out of her is what I am good at. I love her so much. I can’t ever imagine myself without her. Losing her would mean losing my dreams, like a dancer with no legs.
If you’re good at something, never let it go.
I AM ACTUALLY CRYING OVER THIS
So am I
and that’s why you don’t go around fixing people
and that’s why you don’t give up pieces of yourself to make someone else whole
We do this more than we think. Sometimes we reject those who have helped us the most. Other times, we help those who allow their egos to hide their humilities.
someONE FUCKING MAKE THAT TEDDY BEAR HAPPY BEFORE I CHOKE BECAUSE I HAVE TEARS BRIMMING MY EYES HELP ME
it may take time but there is someone waiting to hold your hand