There will always be days of doubt.
Those days when you feel like suddenly, everything seems uncertain. Those days when you just ask yourself why you’re in the situation you’re in at this very moment. Those days when all you can think of are the things that make you unhappy.
Then, comes the point when you weigh things—unconsciously uneven, because the uncertainty has taken over your entire being.
You’ll feel lost at some point because uncertainties always have a way of making us feel as if we made the wrong choice, like we should be somewhere else with someone else; or that we should be anywhere but not here.
But just like every lamb that got lost, we always find our way back.
Whether it’s love or life—as long as we know we still have the feeling or a hunch, or at least one single bit of hope—there’s always a way back.
Sometimes, we find the way back through grand gestures—flowers, apologies, a happy song at the end of the day. Other times, the way back is a new path, leading you to something you haven’t quite experienced before.
But most days, the way back is the subtlest one—the one you almost don’t notice because it’s always been there—in the background, at the back of your mind, at the tip of your tongue.
As for me, my way back was the moment our eyes met while on a cab ride to somewhere—for the briefest of moments, I was reminded of every reason I had for being here with this person in this moment; and why I’m not somewhere else; and why I’m not alone.
And I guess nobody could be perfect.
Sometimes, a person can annoy you to ends of the Earth but you still fall in love with them. Falling in love is quite a twisted thing; it’s an act of falling anyway.
And perhaps nobody is perfect but if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that people are special when they co-exist. That we were put here and not anywhere else because this is where we’re supposed to be.
That we’re here with this person because we are special with them—like how bacon is special with egg, or how Oreo is special with milk, or how pizza is special with hot sauce; like how special a melody is with words, and how special Jack was with Rose.
I don’t know how I came up with these but needless to say, people are a lot more special together.
And indeed, nobody could ever be perfect.
And that’s okay.