Comfort

It blows my mind that for some people there’s only one person out there (other than their mom) that knows them physically and emotionally. I mean really knows them. Who can pin point all their birthmarks, know the face they make when they’re frustrated. Know their dreams and why they haven’t accomplished them yet.

And when I say one person I mean ONE single human being. Sure that probably changes for some people after some time. Stuff happens, but it’s a crazy thought. Even if they don’t see that person for some time, I’m sure if they see each other again, they feel something unique. Something they probably won’t feel again with anyone else.