Sometimes I catch myself wondering if two strangers in two different cities, both fighting insomnia, ever drag out of bed, throw on hoodies, fumble around in the dark for their car keys and tiptoe to the garage. They don’t even bother to tug socks or shoes on, they just leave because the idea of escape is irresistible and driving at night always seems the thing to do whenever your heart is heavy and you need to be alone.
I’ve just reread this for the millionth time, and every time before this I just thought this was a beautiful post written by Adam.
Something drew me to read this once again when it came on my dash and it’s left me in full blown tears. And I’m glad it did come up again because I needed to hear this today. Because I finally understand this feeling. The impossible is destined to happen someday. When two people are meant to be together I believe they WILL end up together, somehow and someday.
I haven’t met him yet but I swear he’s out there somewhere, probably crying his eyes out for the same reasons I am now, and he’s probably wondering when he’ll find me too. I just wish I could meet him. Now.
Adam Young I swear you have saved me again. This is why you’re my inspiration.
Something like this does happen. It has to.
If one can meet a friend from a different place but yet have nearly everything in common with them, then for sure one can find their perfect other half at a random park in the middle of the night, or anywhere else at any other time.