I remember when I first found love. It was beautiful. But then, it wasn't. And this was a vicious cycle that kept repeating itself.
I find love, and then it disappears like grains of sand between my fingers. And then I met him. His eyes were like the ocean after a storm, calm. Sober. His lips were like honey buns.
So sweet and I felt like I could never get enough. His embraces were strong. So strong it felt like he could just squeeze the hatred from my heart away.
His personality and charisma could bring saints to shame. It was almost as if God hand plucked him from a daisy field specifically for me. He made love seem real and easy.
He made my heart melt like a popsicle on a hot summer day. Sounds cheesy right? But it was, and still is, real. We have many memories together.
I take so many pictures because I know I will never have to cry over my phone and delete them like I have in the past. This time feels different. This time is real, I know it.
I feel it deep in my bones. My heart sings his name. We'll be okay and forever doesn't seem like a very long time with him. It seems like everything is falling in to place.
I love him with everything inside and outside of me. What a perfect match we turned out to be.