To Be known is to be loved…

I’ve been translating my soul.

Editing who I am so others can understand.

Hiding who I was as to not be weird or uncool.

That was not how we met.

Friendship was easy, fast, and authentic.

It was like meeting an old friend from a past life.

Having a sister I had never met before.

In another life we’ve known each other from youth.

We had grown and played. Laughed and cried all our life.

But in this life, we met in our 20s.

Versions of ourselves still under construction.

Loving not who we were or who we want to be, but who we are currently.

Knowing that to be known is to be loved.