This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oswego chapter.
It’s quite simple, really.
We stand together,
Hand in hand,
Wondering when the storm may blow past.
We smile at each other.
I discover,
Something private and small
In the back of my mind,
That the smile is reaching my eyes.
I remember thinking to myself
Just one year ago
That I never thought I would be in love.
That it was something
Unachievable.
Not meant for me,
But for my best friends
And I found acceptance
Towards being alone.
As I have grown
I have found a new sense of joy and light
In loving,
Something unexpected
But very welcome.
And now that I have someone,
Someone to experience the storms with,
They aren’t as scary.
I feel okay.
I feel safe.