Just Being Here

I’ve always wanted someone to notice me.

Even when I know I’m loved, somehow I still get scared sometimes.

Sometimes I put on a version of myself and leave my true feelings somewhere out of sight.

Even so, in my own clumsy way, I’ve made it this far.

There are times when I wonder if no one will ever really know the real me.

Maybe all of us, in this world where no one ever feels completely fulfilled, are just trying to make our way while searching for something warm.

Maybe there’s no such thing as a clear-cut answer.

And still, we go on through each day, holding on to something we believe in.

I don’t know what’s right.

But I do know that some things here are real.

The moments when we can just relax.

The little pockets of time when our hearts feel a bit more at ease.

And the people who are there to share those moments with us.

Just being able to spend this time together—to me, that already means something.

I think people meet for a reason.

But that doesn’t mean we have to rush to figure out what that reason is.

From here on, it’s okay for each of us to move at our own pace.

We don’t have to force ourselves forward.

Just living together in the same world—

that alone is enough.