To be a child, to be human.

The boy said, “I’m good at making friends”
And the girl said, “To me, being free is to ride wild horses”
The boy said, “Can we stand up and sing?”
The girl said, “I know exactly how to paint this sunset”
The boy said, “I want you to have this flower”
The girl said, “I’ve never had this much fun in the rain before”

I said to myself, “What if they reject me? What if I reject myself?”
I said to myself, “I’m scared that I’m forgetting how to be free”
I said to myself, “I’m glad I’m not the one in love”… meanwhile the truth is I’m just worried I’m not cut out for it.

The boy looked at me, taking me in, and smiled.
The girl took my hand and told me her fears, and I realized I had forgotten something.
I was forgetting that to need others is not to be a child…to need others is to be human.
And maybe I’d been forgetting that I’m allowed to be human.
And maybe I’m forgetting that all I ever will be or need to be, is human.