I think that the phrase "right person, wrong time" is bullshit. I wish I could tell my 14-year-old self that it's bullshit. I want her to know why it's bullshit. She wouldn't believe me, though. I wish she knew. The right person comes at the right time in the right way. If they don't come at the right time, it's the wrong person and the wrong time. The right person will love you deeply, little girl. He won't make you cry. He will not tell you only the things you want to hear. He will be for you because you are, not because of who you could be. He won't leave you alone. He won't disappear without explanation. He'll give you good hugs and real kisses, not just the wish to do such things. He will know you like his own mind. He will be good to you. He will love you in a real and authentic way. You'll know when it's the right person. I promise. If only I could have told her. If only she would have believed it. -Emma Lancaster
That very first night. What a night. When he put his arm around me for the first time, it was like the world collapsed into place with a sigh of relief. Did you know that in a span of a few hours, you can memorize someone's heartbeat? Did you know that in a span of a few hours, you can memorize the way they breathe? The way their arms feel pulling you in as tight as they can to protect you from the scary movie, and the scent of their body spray? You can memorize it. It's that feeling. That feeling. Feeling safer than I had in months, falling asleep on his chest. Deciding that was where I wanted to stay. And stay is what I did. -Emma Lancaster
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