the wrong person at the right time

did I meet the right person at the wrong time or did I simply meet the wrong person? is there such a thing as meeting the wrong person at the right time? Was it time for me to meet my demise when everything was going so well? I had my life planned out- I had goals I was accomplishing and I was achieving things I knew were possible. and he was different than all of that. he wasn’t from Denver, he wasn’t in college, he wasn’t Paul. maybe I met him because it was time for me to escape my comfort zone and feel the world for the ugly, scary, not so easy-going river that I was floating on. maybe it was time for me to feel the crashing of the waves against my heart and to try and keep my head above rushing waters.

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brennabeluga

Just a lost soul trying to make sense of the world

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