they're not my type, but...

they're not my type, but...

being strong is not holding on. Sometimes being strong is watching the one you love in the arms of another person. Realizing that you may be a shooting star in their life that was bright while it flew, but eventually faded. Maybe their constant is another person who you stood in front of...then not only are they losing out, but you are as well. The one who truly loves us could be that person you say goodbye to with a passing wave, or a complete stranger all together. And maybe even when that person comes along, you're so "ready" to see that you forget to look, and you glance by the open door only because you're waiting for the closed one to open. You brush over the surface of hundreds of peoples lives, but choose only a handful to spend your time on. But what happens if your future was under the surface of one of those hundreds you never really knew. What if the smile you looked for was never seen in the handful you grasped. Everyone's had the "they're not my type, but..." people walk through their lives. What if you hadn't dug deeper with that person. You would have never felt what you felt, or loved what you loved. And those are usually the ones that we chase forever. it's the ones that break the pattern, the ones that catch us off guard, that are the ones we accidently let in. Which is why our heart jumps a little when they look at us, because its still suprised, we never get what we expect. 

-mrgibs