You Crazy, Beautiful Human.

You crazy, beautiful human. With wildfire in your eyes and a carnival in your soul. You didn’t arrive subtly, no. You walked in like someone with zero intention of shrinking to fit the room, and I think that’s what undid me. You took every rule I have learnt, the ones I had absorbed without realising, the ones that told me how to behave, how much to feel or how to survive and you broke them apart without asking permission. In no way recklessly, just creatively. Not unlike a child tipping out an entire puzzle box just to see all the pieces on the floor at once and instead of seeing a mess, you saw colour, joy and space to breathe.

You are a parallel soul. Not identical, that would be boring, but familiar in a way that settles the body before the mind can even try beginning to explain it. You see my broken bits, the ones I have tripped over and apologised for my entire life and instead of trying to fix them or dismissing them, you placed them next to your own. Side by side. A shared and shattered mosaic. Imperfect. Alive. Ours.

Everything I was told was wrong with me. Too much, too intense, too sensitive, too wild, you clocked immediately as the good stuff. The core. The diamond. And without saying it outright, you handed me permission to believe that again. I see those same things in you. The edge. The depth. The refusal to dull yourself down just to be easier to hold.

You came into my life like a whirlwind that clears the dust and reminds you of what matters. You pulled me back to the simple things. To soul in small moments. To laughter without overthinking it. To instinct. To the version of myself who trusted her gut before she learnt to armour up.

You blew me back to something youthful, not naive, absolutely foundational. A remembering. That place where caution loosens its grip and you let the waves do what waves have always done. Move. Shift. Carry you somewhere new. You really are a soul on fire. Burning steadily. And standing close to you has reignited parts of me I thought were long since spent.

I won’t lie and say the waiting was easy because it wasn’t. It hurt. I earned every scar that came before you. But I understand it now. I waited a lifetime so that when I looked into your eyes, there was no doubt. No confusion. No pretending. I knew you. Immediately. A knowing which doesn’t come from conversation, but from somewhere far deeper. And you knew me too. Two people can meet and recognise each other without needing to explain a thing.

Your crazy has me remembering my own. Like, “oh there you are. I missed you.” Your compassion reminds me that sharing life with another person doesn’t have to feel like constant defence. That love doesn’t have to be a battlefield dressed up as passion. That two people can talk. Really talk. Listen. Adjust. Find a way through instead of keeping score or tearing one another down.

Being with you feels like standing on the same side of the problem. It feels like warmth without suffocation. Fire without fear. You didn’t come to save me. You didn’t come to complete me. You came and met me exactly where I was, and somehow that made me want to show up more fully for myself, not just for you. That’s no small thing. That changes the trajectory of a life.

So yes. You beautiful human. You cracked something open in me that I won’t close again. You reminded me that the parts we are taught to manage or mute are often the very things that make us magnetic. And once you are seen like this, properly seen, you can never go back.