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I want to be a diver, of both seas and skies

Show me something new, something different something fresh. I want to see it all, and I don’t think I have yet. I want to see the greatest of goods, and while it scares me, I know I will see the worst of bads. I am young, and bright-eyed, and I hope to stay that way. Forever. I hope to stay curious and hopeful. I hope to always have that light burning inside, that unanswered and eternal question “what does it all mean?” I hope that never leaves me. And I don’t think it will. I want to see what the world, and this life, and what the human condition has to offer. I want to see all of the intricacies. I want to explore them. I want to have a lover, and be foolish in love. I want to travel the world. I want to do good. I want to be confident. I want to remain healthy and strong and powerful. I want to find a man who cannot take his eyes off of me. I want to find someone to hold me tight, and who never wants to let me go. I want to connect to people and hear their stories. I want to see the struggle in their eyes. I want to know the beautiful places in this world. All of them. It almost seems impossible for one person to capture all of nature’s diversity. But I’ll try, don’t you worry. I want to be a poet. I want to be a writer. I want to be an artist. I want to be a dreamer. I want to be a diver, of both seas and skies. I want to be a dancer. I want to be an athlete. I want to be all of these things, in this lifetime. And I think I will.

I imagine it’s like two hands that fit perfectly within one another

I think I’m in love… with love.

I think I’m in love with the idea of love.

I remember my teacher saying that we all go through life as an incomplete half, searching for that other half. That other half, that symmetrical match. I imagine it’s like two hands that fit perfectly within one another.

I think I’m in love with the idea… that concept of destiny: that somewhere, way out there, there is a man thinking the same thoughts, dreaming the same dreams, hoping the same hopes—symmetry.

I think I’m in love the idea that I have not missed my chance, there is sureness and I will meet him; he wasn’t that guy at the bus stop who gave me the time, or the guy I momentarily I made eye-contact with while crossing the street.

I think I’m in love with the idea that one day, when I do cross the street, and it is that guy…my guy, our eyes would connect, everything else would fall, the people around us would slowly blur and drift away in blackness, the earth would be shattering and breaking and changing, shapes would be molding; only him and I would be crisp, only him and I would be clear.

It makes my heart flutter—so maybe I am a romantic—when I think about the intimate nights; those life-changing moments when I look at him and know; those perfect, safe, warm nights when I lay my head on his chest, his heart beating and my heart racing,

Our two hands fitting perfectly within one another.