At least I still have God. That’s something that can’t be taken away from me. He does not burden us with more than we can handle, and with hardship comes ease. At least that has been promised to me, and so I’ll hold on to those words until they makes some sense to me. I will have patience and trust His plan for me. It’s not over yet. I can do this. I have no choice but to.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming."