I started thinking that you’re comparable to a lightning strike.

I can’t imagine anybody ever being the same person they were before lightning struck them. I mean, you don’t need much reason to change after an event like that outside of “fuck, I just got struck by lightning.”

How could you go back to the same?

It’s not possible.

So, I think you’re a lightning strike. You’re it.

I can’t come up with a better explanation. Maybe I could spend more time trying to come up with one, but sometimes a reason isn’t needed. A wise man once told me that when you know, you know.

My whole life, I thought that being struck by lightning might make you the most unlucky person in the world at that moment. I can’t remember the odds off the top of my head, but I think they were one in a million or worse.

Yet here I am. I am getting struck by lightning just with a simple message. With a gentle kiss. With a light tap.

I’ve been wrong in the past, and I’ll be wrong in the future, but one thing I know for sure is that being struck by lightning has been the best thing to ever happen in my life.