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Let it happen fast. Let it be yours. Because some things—real things—don’t arrive on a schedule. They arrive like a storm after drought, like a word you’ve been trying to remember your whole life.

And the answer will be quiet, simple, devastating:

And it can happen so fast when it’s yours.

And suddenly, you are crying in a parking lot. Or laughing until your ribs ache in a kitchen at 2 a.m. Or sending a text you delete three times before hitting send, because vulnerability still feels like a foreign language you’re desperate to speak.

It can happen so fast when it’s yours because you stop negotiating. You stop calculating how much of yourself to give. The dam breaks—not because of pressure, but because the water finally remembers it was meant to flow.

So when it happens—when it’s really yours—don’t apologize for the speed. Don’t apologize for the hunger, the urgency, the way your heart gallops ahead of your logic. That’s not desperation. That’s the sound of a locked room opening from the inside.