Just another secret to the world...

We want things that we can't have.
We can't have what we want, apparently.

Needs, wants and desires are all a daily phase in the mind.

Secrets are something everyone has. Some are better not to ever be told.
Yet, I think I have dug into the bone deep enough to see the fractions in between.
I pretty much better spill this one out.

I have another story to tell. It's not really a secret. Although, I wouldn't remember this one at all, I was too "young".
Although not many know this. Because, they are not obvious physical signs or scars. Other than, my slightly awkward coordination skills and my catch up classes when I was 6 years old. Everything has been 'pretty normal' for me.

I was born as a premature baby, born at 27 weeks old, (Born on May the 28th, 1986 - I was supposed to be born during September that year.)
Missing out on 3 months in my Mother's womb. I didn't exactly understand what it meant when I was a child, only to understand what it meant as I grew older...

I was very lucky to have survived my birth. Otherwise, I wouldn't be typing this post right now. I find it sad in a way to think that I may not have existed.

I have mentioned this on Live Journal. I don't think a lot of people took notice though...

I really believe that there is "someone" out there that I haven't yet met who I can truly appreciate me for who I am. Although, that seems to be a common occurrence today.
People just feel like they 'missing something' more. They'll know this in their own heart if they are or are not.

xx.