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It doesn’t get to you 

It doesn’t get to you until you step inside the doorway.
It doesn’t get to you until you hear ” I feel the baby kick.” 
And you’re immediate reaction is to place you’re hand on her stomach. 
It doesn’t get to you until the hour long drive back home that feels like a breeze,
But over time grows more and more distant.
It doesn’t get to you until empty spaces are filled with friends of family.
It doesn’t get to you until you look at the backyard and remember looking up instead of down
It doesn’t get to you until you drive down the road you learned to ride you’re bike on.
You’re first wheels. 
It doesn’t get to you until a tiny hand is placed in the palm of yours and you realize, this is the most precious thing. 
It doesn’t get to you until tears well up in you’re eyes and everything stops briefly.
While you’re hand is on her stomach,
And you can envision the life ahead. 
It doesn’t get to you until then. 
It doesn’t even phase you. 
*** Note: I literally just wrote this out of nowhere thinking of earlier today. Hope you don’t mind me sharing it. I hope you all have a good day too. *** 

Love,

           Nat 💖

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She’s Me 

She’s silly. 
She’s an absolute goof. 

She stays up watching episode and episode of Doctor Who until she gives into sleep. 

She loves ramen noodles, but only the chicken kind and she eats them with a fork. 

She loves twinkly lights, they give a touch of magic. 

She feels a pounding in her chest when she remembers people from the past, but also people in the present and future. 

She wants to give her parents the world but has no means to do it just yet. 

She loves the sunrise, much more than the sunset. 

She always ties her straw wrapper into a knot to see if anyone’s thinking about her. 

She laughs at anything awkward, tears at anyone’s heartache, and smiles when she finds something funny. 

She feels everything happens for a reason. 

She watches funny YouTube videos to distract from the world when it gets a bit too much. 

She strives to be unique rather than ordinary because ordinary is too simple and bland. 

She’s a girl, in love with the world and everything, and everyone in it. 🌎

What if I stop saying “what if”

*Note: this is completely random and utterly in need of some kind of editing, but please know that I wrote this in one minute and I needed to simply express it haha*

I’m scared. What if he’s changed. It’s been four years since I saw him. Three since I REALLY saw him. What if his smile doesn’t light up anymore. What if he’s grown cold and shudders at the thought of me. What if he ignores me completely. 
What then. 
What if. 
What if I stopped saying what if. 
What if he smiles because I took the time to reach out. What if he laughs because it took so long. What if he says he wants to see me as soon as I’m home. 
What if my heart gets exactly what I want…
But he’s not what I want anymore…
What if I stopped saying what if…