Some, we're just not ready for yet.These repeat offenders, if we're really lucky and granted some magical unthought of wish, fall into us instantly the second time around. Maybe they stay awhile. Maybe they just cross our path on some crowded street. Maybe they linger for hours, long enough to leave a mark, a carved out corner deep in our hearts.
Then our minds take over. We overthink it, try to justify it, make it reasonable, logical so it makes sense. Because, well, it must make sense. There simply must be some mystical theory to label why our hearts don't have more say. Why our hearts haven't turned them away.
These rooms don't live in our minds. They can't. It wasn't made for their logic. Because, well, it wasn't logic. It was love. Sometimes we're just not ready to be there yet.
So, we let some people make their mark easily, quickly in case our minds catch up before we learn that holding on is just as important as letting go. Even standing alone in their room.
"Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something." ~ Believers
