It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.
But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend, and was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust more than myself.
The words that matter always stay.
You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your life and suddenly there are so many more.
We are so used to releasing words, we don't know what to do with them if they stay. No matter how many times we let them go, they come back. The words that matter always stay.
Every person is a possibility. The hopeless romantics feel it most acutely, but even for others, the only way to keep going is to see every person as a possibility.
This isn't even something I've feared, because I never knew it was a possibility.