Man, I think I met someone who will be important in my life.

EDIT: I was wrong.

One day I'll find love, and it will be like all the stupid poetry I rewrite in my favorite journal. The years leading up to it would have been worth trudging through alone, because only through feeling that loneliness could I ever truly appreciate what it is to be with someone else. It might not last forever, but the memory of it will carry me through cold nights and bad days. One day I will wake up next to someone else and watch the sun rise in their eyes; I'll know I'm home, and exactly where I was always meant to be.