They might not be comforting or witty or someone I know. They may not be perfect, my platform to stand on, or someone I can control. They might make me shift my priorities. I might need moments to myself. I may be misunderstood. I may be in a battle with myself while they want me to be unoccupied. I might be lazy and boring on days they want excitement. They might be worse than me in everything they do. I might misjudge them or lose them entirely. I might have to do more internal work and rituals to change my headspace. I might need to let them walk away or call them back. I might not like all their friends. I might not have all the answers nor do they. They might speak a language I don’t know fluent. The little things might tick us off. The desire to be alone may be filled by someone else for the moment. I may never get my life where I want it. I might always fight the same battles. They may not like my music. They may not like any music. Something might be off about them. My messages may go unnoticed. Our time might mean nothing.

It might still be worth defying my expectations.