They are strange things, relationships. Different atachments formed to different people, bonded by commonalities in personality or chance. It is always at night when my mind drifts to the people who I have given my heart to in one way or another. Some, who I am no longer in contact with, some who may not even deserve a thought from me at all. Even so, I find myself wishing happiness to them, for their future, wisdom for their present, and growth in every moment there is and will be. Is this how you know that you have moved on from a person? When you go from despising someone intensely after a break up, to wishing them a happy future in your head? There are others who bring a smile to my face, well one in particular. I gave a big chunk of my heart to him and in return, was given a much greater reward. I learned to love myself recognizing my own power, beauty and strength. It was another person who helped me find that and it is his face, his current friendship, and all of our random discussions that have brought a great warmth to my heart and outward affection straight from the soul. And then, there is you. The person who I can never seem to let go of, possibly because we never gave ourselves a chance to lend our hearts to one another and see what we ended up with. Will you always be an open door to me? I wish I knew.