sometimes i wonder if in a previous time, you’ve ever passed by someone you’re close to now. like what if your best friend now, you passed by them at a grocery store when you were 5 and didn’t know. or like you passed by your future soulmate at a popular tourist attraction somewhere 10 years ago
Possession isn’t love. I don’t want dominion over you. I want you to keep your wings. I want you wild with freedom.
I don’t want to hold your hand in this life. I want to walk beside you, watch you run ahead and look back at you as you fall behind; always knowing that you’ll catch up and I’ll make my way back to you as we reach the peak of the same mountain.