User:Belzzz

I am the unknown. I am writing this to you. No, not to each and every one of you who read through this to determine if you are the one who I have chosen. I am writing to YOU specifically. You know who you are, because you know who I am. Perhaps you don’t know what I am, or why I have chosen you, but for as long as you can remember, I have been with you.

When you trip, I am in those who laugh at you. When you sleep at night, I reside in one you live with so I can watch you sleeping through their innocent eyes. When you feel that you don’t belong due to the look on someone’s face, it is my mask that they are wearing. The times you have been hurt, for yes I am capable and willing to cause you pain, it was I in the object causing you harm. Every failure. Every misfortune. Every single bit of bad luck to fall upon you was under the weight of my hands, pressing down on your life, preparing you.

All your life I have been getting you ready for this. I have watched you with the diligence that your parents, and even your friends, could never dream of. We’ve shared each and every moment in your life to the point where I know you better than you know yourself. If you need proof, then take this: You know without a doubt reading this that it is you I have chosen. The others wonder and hope that it is not them. They will spend the rest of their lives wondering if it is they who I am coming for.

But not you.

You know the truth. You clicked on this because something inside you made you read this. And yes, it was me inside of you. The decisions you don’t understand. I made them for us. The habit you want so desperately to break away from. It is none other than I who brings you back to them. Every time we find ourself drawn into a situation that we should not be in, it is me leading us.

They don’t fit me like you do.

They won’t do to you what I need them to do.

It has to be you.

It always had to be you.

After all, that’s how we wrote this. I can’t get what I want from any of them. Don’t you see that you were born for me. At this very moment, I am letting these words of mine flow from your very fingers to wait for you to read them later.

Soon, we can be together and it will be my face you see in the mirror. Then I can finally see the sweet red color in you that I have waited so long for.