Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately 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’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. 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.
To those of you who love me…
To those of you who have become my “Ohana”…
To those of you who I have met,
To those of you I have yet to meet…
But will someday….
To those of you
Who fill my days with smiles
And my life with light…
They lived and laughed and loved and left.
James Joyce, Finnegans Wake (via perfect)
Whenever you feel a warm breeze brush against your cheek, that’s the kiss I blew to you.