Strange

 Strange 

 

Everything is so strange right now, and there has been so much change... 

I always wanted to be a writer, since I was little, suddenly with the meeting of a handsome stranger, I can, and it is good talent... 

It helps me be what he needs as well as help me cope with many of my own issues, and that is only a little strange... 

Stranger yet, is that writing a thing or two calms my overthinking mind; makes it content! 

 

He’s everything I ever wanted, ever dreamed of, wrapped in one beautiful package, meant to challenge every one of my issues and insecurities... 

Forcing me to dig deeper than I have before to find the true me buried within myself... 

In reward for my efforts, I get my love of art back with renewed talent, my dream of writing, and most importantly, him... yes please! 

So, bring on the challenges, keep the creativity flowing, I’ll fill my walls and every shelf! 

 

What’s even more strange than all of that, I bet you can’t guess... 

When I miss him so much, I can’t stand it, and I can’t focus on anything else but thoughts of him... 

It’s like I send a signal, because usually soon after, he’ll reach out, who would want less than that?! 

It’s moments like that, that fill my happiness meter to the brim! 

 

I’ve decided to just accept that my life is all about the strange now... 

 

-Angela Stull