I’ll find the places where you hide
I’ll be the dawn on your worst night
The only thing left that I like
Yeah I would kill for you, that’s right
I was listening for the first time to a song that my friends had been going crazy over for days — What You Wanted: One Republic ft. The Fault in Our Stars (Trailer Clips).
I’ll put your poison in my veins
They say the best love is insane…
“That’s exactly what I feel about my relationship with Jesus,” I thought to myself as another friend’s said, “I love these lines, they are so meaningful.” I smiled: different people, different perceptions.
But thoughts don’t just crop up like unnecessary weeds, they come to the surface and if you look carefully you’ll see floating alongside a story. The appalling words uttered my a mother to her child, a father’s presence akin to that of a stranger in a family or the reason why we attract certain people the way we do — there is always a reason behind actions, behind certain behaviour, behind what goes through our head… there is always a story waiting to be discovered.
And here is mine. A story that began the moment I opened my eyes to this very hurtful yet beautiful world; one that continues to surprise me with each passing day.
I am a slow learner, late bloomer and (a little) dumb headed. But I get there, on my time. One fine day, I found myself getting annoyed when — let’s look at it this way, if I were a fashion designer, I would have just found myself in a situation where a good friend’s work had started to look a lot like my designs — I tried to ask myself, with a help of a couple of friends who listened and advised patiently: Is it true? Is that the whole picture? Is that the real story behind my reaction?