Sometimes I haven’t the slightest idea what to do about it.
You say something sweet or laugh the way you do, and I am overcome with joy.
Just pure joy.
The cuts and bruises from my life before you…they just don’t hurt anymore.
They’ve become scars.
I’ll never forget the pain of the past but being with you has changed the way I look at it.
I won’t carry it with me anymore.
It’s you and me now.
The way it was always supposed to be. At least that’s how it feels.
We have been in sync since day one.
I feel what you feel.
You hope what I hope.
I love what you love.
There has never been, nor will there ever be, another us.
That’s what is so great and terrifying about it.
Decades from now when we’re both gone no one will know who we were or what we meant to each other, but it doesn’t even matter.
Because right now, today, right here, as I sit on my bed and type, I love you.
I love every single moment that you exist.
Even in my deepest sleep I love you.
In my worst and best moments I love you.
Even in the times I’m upset with you, I love you.
When I was seven years old and I wondered if you existed I loved you.
When I was fifteen years old and I wished for you I loved you.
Just half a year ago when I wondered how many years I had left before I’d meet you I loved you.
The day I saw your face for the first time I loved you.
I just didn’t know it was you yet.
Now that we’re both here and feel the way we do
I can’t really describe the way I feel.
To say you make me happy is an understatement.
It almost feels like an insult. That word doesn’t even come remotely close to the way I feel.
In fact, there is nothing I could ever say that would describe this.
Then again, words have never been necessary with us.
You show me through your eyes. Your kiss. The way you hold onto me a little longer every time.
You show me through your actions.
I hope we always feel this way about each other.
It’s so different from any other feeling I’ve ever felt.
So foreign at first, but now it is the thing I treasure most.
Could love be this great?
We share this electrifying closeness that feels like a Utopia. But it isn’t. It is the realest thing we’ve ever known.
There is something so incredibly perfect about resting my head on your shoulder.
Something so painstakingly wonderful about feeling your hand touch my face.
Feeling the warmth of your hug.
Feeling the kisses you leave on my forehead.
Feeling this way about you.
I love us.