Existence proof
My Favorite poet is a woman in Canada that I found from TikTok. I honestly don’t even remember how this happened, but we follow each other on Instagram now, and we talk once in a while. We were recently just talking about, and how terrifying that is. And how much it sweeps you off your feet. And when we were talking about it, she started to psychoanalyze it the same way that I do with my thoughts. And it felt like for the first time ever, I found someone else like me. And it feels like a little window or a little teaser into what could be. And I feel like she has set a bar so unimaginably high, but one that I feel like I cannot really bring myself to. Want any lower anymore now that I know that it exists. It feels like such an incredibly common thing in the grand scheme of things, but I can’t seem to recall when I have interacted with someone else like this before. It just feels like someone can finally really see me in a way that I have not felt before.