I miss Somebody I haven't met yet.

Sometimes it’s hard to let some things, and some people go.

Familiarity breeds deeper roots.

I used to say there are all kinds of love, but I never really said it in a way I believed it.

There is the “buckle up and be careful” love, or the “let me get the bandaid” love.

There’s the “I will get up earlier in the morning to pick you up from the bus stop” love,

and the “you can have the last cupcake” love.

There’s also the “you’re not allowed to go the party on Friday” love,

and the “I know you can do better than that love”.

But honestly it’s all the same love.

It’s just handed out pamphlets on cracked cobblestone corners of our hearts that we deem worthy enough to stand on and say “here I am, someone care”.

But sometimes people aren't ready for love, they will say they are but they just aren't.

And it will hurt. Damn it will hurt a lot, but that’s okay.

Even when you already have the car ride snacks, awesome jam mix, and the coolest shades,

you shouldn't have to convince your shot gun rider that the trip will be worth it.

Because it is. You are. Never sell yourself, you aren't something to be bought.

You are a heck of a driver, with a terrible singing voice, and a lot of spunk.

So don’t wait up for people you have to convince you’re worthy of,

use that off key voice, roar as loud as you can.

Have a messy hair day and a thirsty heart for adventure.

Because one day soon before you even know it, while your at a stoplight,

the right person ready to tackle that adventure might just come up and call

shotgun.