“Perhaps, this is where
my wildest dreams came true.
Because this is where I found you.”
Perhaps, this is where I learned what it meant to become something beyond my wildest dreams. The kinds of dreams where kids look up into the night sky and imagine they’re astronauts, exploring some new galaxy. The kinds of dreams where little girls turn into strong, steadfast women who need no saving. This is where I began to believe it was possible to find happiness. Where love and genuine care truly existed. Not just in fairy tales. Because this is where I found my home. Not a place. Not just one person, either. I found my happy ending in finding the ones that see me for who I am and take me as I am without hesitation.
© Sarah Doughty
This is what it means
to find your tribe.
This is what it means
to find home.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I love how this feels and sounds like an inner monologue going on while the narrator is hanging out with her group of friends.
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When you find that certain special someone, you feel like you’d, finally, tapped into, your, potentials, because the individual brings out the best version of you…
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