All paths lead me to you.

i look at you and I wonder sometimes how I was fortunate enough to have someone to show me the way. I look at you, and I seem to see you in a different light to the previous hundred people that have looked at you and I see you in a way that you wouldn't usually see people. I see the good shine through all the bad, I see the gleem of hard work, the sweat of dedication and the furrowed brow of frustration. I do not mean to make your life hard, or complicated. And in those few moments that I look at you when it was just us hiding from this bad world, you lose your furrowed brow and sweat. Sometimes, in the dark, when I look really closely I can see the pain slip away from your face, even just for the tiniest of moments. For the rest of my life, I want to spend my time smoothing your furrowed brow, wiping away the problems and frustrations of this world and making it the place you deserve to rest. I want to look at your crooked smile and the wrinkles that form around your eyes when you smile that particular smile, when you remember that you deserve to be happy. I want to hear you laugh when I say something idiodic instead of seeing your grimace at giving up something you once desired. I want you to travel and show this world every damn thing you have to offer. I want you to change people's lives like you changed my own. It's almost as if you've closed a lid on this box, containing all your magic. That's the biggest crime, you are hiding all this wonderfulness you have from the world. I said that I saw your good shine through, that good is worth showing the world. 
 
This life is sometimes tricky. To figure out your path, and to find your way. Most people never do. I was one of the lucky ones, one of the chosen few who found their path. My path just happened to wind up under your feet, and so for the rest of my life, inevitably you are going to play a role, whether you be aware of it or not. Like seperate knots on a length of string, always connected, despite how far we may be from each other.