I Met Myself Through You

I met myself through you on a cold, frosty night filled with laughs and butterflies telling her you should be mine forever. Or for now. It is funny how we were born in symmetry, infinitely bound by space and time. Whispers of things to come, that you would be mine. And I’d lose you and you’d lose me and together we’d be lost until…

I met myself through you again in the summer of 2009 when you were hers and he was mine. But yet we still awoke to a new days sunshine and cool breeze. In the early morning hours I’d leave but not for the last time.  

I met myself through your brokenness yet you were strong. Phone calls that lasted too long because I gave up but your words gave life, a knife that cut through my darkness and brought me to the light and to hope.  

I met myself through you in the winter of 2015 when things seemed to be through and I was over you until I wasn’t. And a night of passion turned into a dozen and a ring. And a lifetime, an eternity of “I do’s” and babies crying and first steps and me trying to be my best for you. True, they say you never know and retrospect is 20/20 but when I look back years from now I’ll remember how I met myself through you on a cold, frosty night filled with laughs and butterflies telling her that you’d be mine forever.

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~ by livedlovedlost on May 16, 2016.

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