I haven't met you yet, but I know I will. I know that when I meet you, I will feel so alive. I will feel like the world is good. I would sing in the shower, think my coffee is the perfect temperature, that the leaves are the perfect color, that scares are beautiful. I will forget about the bad. But I know that when I wish for the day I had met you to never happen, I would feel like a part of me died. I would swear at the sky. I'd have too many cops of coffee waiting for you to come back. And the leaves will not be beautiful but rotting. I would make new scars and make a new world to get away. Away not from you but myself because of what I thought I did wrong.

But you were the definition of wrong.