Threads

I give of myself freely.
I care deeply about others.
I grapple with their sadness as if it were my own.
I love without conditions.
I hope without ceasing.

I found those same depths in another person.
The connection of every thread of humanity.
The happiness when those threads are wound together.
Entwined in profound ways.
The beauty of unflinching trust and honesty.
The primal passion of gazing at existence with hearts in sync.

That person also found this in me.

How can either of us settle for any less?
How can I be everything and then feel like I’m an option?
How can I be wanted for every fiber of my being one day and not the next?
How can real intimacy not be enough?
How can incredible connection not be the most valuable?
How can I view the stars the same way without her tonight?

How can it be that I still choose every day?
Could it be that it’s meant to be?