There was never a you and I because you were never mine. But that feeling never ceases to hit me like a brick wall when I accidentally find everything I want in another human and I know they’re within reach. It feels like if I stretch out my fingertips just enough I can grasp on and my red will merge with their blue. But I grasp and I grasp and just when I think I’ve gotten a hold, it’s but a whisp and I’ve missed again and they’re gone. It always makes me feel like something about me isn’t good enough and I get lost in the thoughts of the what ifs. What if, the timing had been different? Or, what if, I was a little more of this. Or lot less of this? But I’m learning good people get good people. Patience is key. Take life a day at a time, take it slow, and if it is meant to be it will be.