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Five Days

Five days. It took five days for me to connect with you more than anyone else I have ever met. The first day we already settled into how we would laugh with each other for the rest of our time together. We knew each other for just a few hours but it felt like we have been laughing together like that for much longer. It was so easy for the words to escape my lips as I effortlessly told you things about me that normally sits like a brick in my chest. Those things weighed me down but when I told you it was like I could swim up to the surface again and take a much needed breath. There is never a dull moment when we are together. No awkward silence. We never have to force conversation. That’s something I really enjoy when we are together. It’s never forced. Everything about being with you feels so natural. 

You make me feel like a baby bird who fell out of the nest. Which, is probably a dumb analogy, but bare with me. Before you, I was constantly trying to figure out how to fly. I tried and tried but no matter what, I could never do it. And I have even fallen out of the nest a few times before and I kept thinking something was wrong with me. That I was the problem. I wasn’t understanding why I couldn’t fly. Why would another bird want to be with someone who didn’t know how to fly?  And then I tried to change my thinking, ‘it wasn’t my fault, it was the winds fault, or the skies fall, or the air around me’. I had to try to build my confidence back up from every tumble down and constantly build myself back up somehow and get back to where I started and try again. And then after all the falls and even some small glimpses of what it would be like to fly. You picked me up, and I felt like I could sore. You are so gentle with me, yet you see how tough I have to be and that I can handle a lot. You dont see some dumb bird who can’t seem to figure out how to fly, you see something in me that, sure, other people have probably seen and others might of simply noticed or acknowledged my weird quirks and my goofy way of thinking. But you look at me with such interest and you don’t just see me, you accept me. Even though I am still a little bird trying to figure out how to fly.

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