Sunday, July 15, 2012

It's no Wonder

3-11-12

It's no wonder we're best friends. 
We should have known it was inevitable from the first night we ate together, ordering the same thing, yet not knowing one another. 
It's no wonder, with the passion we hold for music, so close and dear to our hearts. It's as if God was thinking of both of us, while creating each of us. 
It's no wonder with your bright smile and my eye for picture perfectness, you'd always make the best subject. 
It's no wonder with your angelic voice that'd stop anyone in their tracks, and the words I'll write for you to sing about. 
It's no wonder with that imagination of yours, and mine that just instigates it. 
It's no wonder we're two pees in a pod, set apart from birth. Destined. 
It's no wonder with my compassionate  heart and yours that beats wildly for everyone, caring beyond belief. 
I'll write these words, always with you in mind. I'll sing our favorite tunes wishing you were here to sing them too. 
It's no wonder with your protective personality and my heart always on my sleeve. 
It's no wonder. Padawan and Grasshopper. Grasshopper and Padawan. 
It's no wonder we're best friends with your uncanny ability to spin that saber, and my ever longing for that racket in my hand.
We come from two very different places, in stages of life, geographically, financially, mentally, emotionally, in struggles and strengths but maybe that's why we work so well together. Maybe that's why where ever we are, we'll always be able to find our way back to one another. Maybe that's why we complement each other so perfectly.  
It's really no wonder we're best friends. 
I've got to say, I'd go through everything over again in my life before I met you, all the years and tears. Fears and dreams. Scars and hearts apart. Just so I'd know for sure I'd become friends with you again. My universe will never be the same. And that's exactly how I want it. To infinity and beyond. Forever and always. I'll never get tired of saying those things as long as they're true. And today they more than are. 
For all the nights we make pinky promises and sing choruses that echo throughout our hearts, it's still no wonder. 
For all the times we share meals and stories and hearts and thoughts, it's no wonder. 
All those late nights we stay up talking about nothing and everything and all in between. We'll be waterproof against the hurricanes that try to wash everything away, and we'll be stronger than steel and stand firm when the tornadoes try to blow everything away and we'll be fireproof when the fires try to burn up the only things we have left. We'll outlast everything, knowing that it'll be one of the best things that'll have ever happened to us. 
It's no wonder that we are best friends. 

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