Like the Hole for my Donut

Some people just make sense. You meet them and in minutes they have taken up residence inside your heart. Lighting the flame of your soul to make it just a tad brighter. Setting something free. Now you realize they have been carrying part of you with them, bringing you to this moment. People with different stories and different backgrounds, but neighboring pieces of the same puzzle. As if one of you is the donut and the other the dough from the hole of the donut. It just fits.

“To my friend,

Although you have only been in my life for a few weeks, I have known you forever. Which is why I know that you will be okay. You are moving on. Going to spread your wings in the uncomfortable and the messy and it will be beautiful.

How funny is it that we crossed paths. Some people are meant to meet. Meant to become friends and meant to awaken a part of your soul you didn’t know existed.

Never will be apart although miles and roads seem to dictate otherwise. Go be beautiful and know you will always have a home wherever I may be.

We are indeed forever friends. “