to be seen platonically

I often think about now lucky I am to have found my person (my best friend), especially so early on in life. I some times look around at others and notice that they have not found their person. And I am not trying to be presumptuous, it's just what I percieve to be true. I have my person, and they have people - and there is a difference.

This difference often leaves me to pitty whom ever I am observing at said moment -and- I even feel guilty. I didn’t even have to search for my person, the universe just gave me her and our lifes have become irrevocably tangled together ever since. It didn’t take effort; it wasn’t forced; it just simply become. Other people may search for years and never reach the treasure I believe I have found. It's unfair as hell, honestly. Like what did I do to deserve this. I don't know.

And sometimes I wonder if all my luck as been used up on this friendship. Has the universe done all it will for me?

I think if it has, that would be okay. To find someone, someone who entirely understands your soul and sees past the facade you put on for the rest of the world, is something I value (maybe the thing I value most). So yes, I think it would be okay if that's what the universe used all my luck on. I have her, she has me. Yes, we get in arguments. Yes we’ve been mad - like really mad, but deep down we are always okay -because- we are always connected.

Connected by our past, present, and future memories - souls intertwined- and that’s exactly how I want it.

- with love, katelyn.