Posting twice in one day? What? Again, I wrote this a while ago, and just now got to looking over it and posting it. Here you go!
I always said I didn't believe in destiny. I thought that everyone's life was a blank slate, and the picture of their life can look any way they want it to if they make an effort to make it that way. However, now I think there must be some truth to predestination. How else could there be someone who fits so well with me? This person is Daniel Howell. We started out as friends, which went to best friends, then finally to boyfriends, which I had been hoping for since I first met him.
But seriously, we fit together so well; in the simple ways, such as the fact that we have the same favorite band (and song, mind you), but also in more complex ways with the things that we can't change about ourselves. Like when we sit on the couch together, simultaneously scrolling Tumblr or eating, I sit on the right, and he sits on the left. This way, because of his 'left-handedism' as he calls it, we can hold hands and neither of us will be unable to continue our individual activities.
He's also just a bit taller than me. That fact used to annoy me, until something magical happened. I was feeling really down one day; I had been getting a lot of hate in my YouTube comments. People telling me I was ugly or fat or that I needed to be more like Dan, or just get off YouTube forever. These affected me a lot, probably more than they should have; it's my job for Pete's sake! But nevertheless, I was sitting in my room, just trying not to cry, and failing horrifically. Dan was out buying some groceries, so I was on my own for a little while. I didn't want to bother him with my stupid worries. He doesn't get much hate, and when he does, it doesn't bother him because the comment doesn't make sense. Almost as if the person was scrambling to find something, found nothing, but just wanted to be mean. Next thing I know, I'm being pulled up and arms are being wrapped around my waist. "Shh, love, it's okay. I know it hurts, but their just stupid and want to hurt someone perfect so they feel better." Dan. Normally our hugs are awkward because we were the exact same height, and that meant that unless I squatted, or he lifted his head at a weird angle, I couldn't snuggle into his chest and listen to his heartbeat the way I love to. But this time, my head fell right on his chest, and I fit into him like a puzzle piece. His heartbeat immediately calmed me down, reminding me that I had a very-much-alive person right here who loved everything about me.
Because he is taller than me now, I can't just lean forward to kiss him on the lips, but when I stand on my tiptoes, I am at the perfect height just to peck him right on the lips.
It has to be destiny. No one this perfect could just happen to be mine.
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