Who knows your story?
Who knows you, inside and out? Who holds your memories, your deepest secrets? Who have you let far enough in that they know things no one else does? Who have you allowed to discover parts of you others have never seen? Who has seen you at your worst and is still standing right beside you? Who do you want to share every little detail of each day with?
Who knows your story?
Who holds your heart? Whose eyes do you seek in a crowd? Whose hand do you reach for out of instinct because simply holding it offers comfort and calms fears? Whose voice can you hear above all others? Whom do you seek to share even silence because there is no one else you'd rather share silence with?
Who knows your story?
Our lives are made up of tiny stories...each of us walking through life, our lives entertwined and tangled, our stories criss-crossing in ways we sometimes realize, but more often in ways we will never know. Each moment building upon the next, writing chapters; sometimes destined to become an epic novel, and sometimes meant to be a few pages...a short story within a much greater book. But, to me, the most important part of any story, is the characters...the people with whom we share our story...the incredible, messy, beautiful, sometimes sad, often boring in the most absolutely perfect way story of our life. So...
Who knows your story? Who not only knows it, but lives within it? Who chooses to be a part of it even when you don't make it easy? Who has chosen to share this life with you? With whom are you writing your story?
Who knows you, inside and out? Who holds your memories, your deepest secrets? Who have you let far enough in that they know things no one else does? Who have you allowed to discover parts of you others have never seen? Who has seen you at your worst and is still standing right beside you? Who do you want to share every little detail of each day with?
Who knows your story?
Who holds your heart? Whose eyes do you seek in a crowd? Whose hand do you reach for out of instinct because simply holding it offers comfort and calms fears? Whose voice can you hear above all others? Whom do you seek to share even silence because there is no one else you'd rather share silence with?
Who knows your story?
Our lives are made up of tiny stories...each of us walking through life, our lives entertwined and tangled, our stories criss-crossing in ways we sometimes realize, but more often in ways we will never know. Each moment building upon the next, writing chapters; sometimes destined to become an epic novel, and sometimes meant to be a few pages...a short story within a much greater book. But, to me, the most important part of any story, is the characters...the people with whom we share our story...the incredible, messy, beautiful, sometimes sad, often boring in the most absolutely perfect way story of our life. So...
Who knows your story? Who not only knows it, but lives within it? Who chooses to be a part of it even when you don't make it easy? Who has chosen to share this life with you? With whom are you writing your story?
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