a not so private love letter

Once in a while things go perfectly right and you thank your lucky stars. Everything just falls into place so perfectly and you just know it couldn’t get any better.

Yeah, that has never happened to me. I do thank my lucky stars though for 2nd chances.

Or 3rd. But who’s counting anyway.

The point is right now I really don’t know if things could get better for my deepest sincere desire to love and be loved. I want to shout from the rooftop or write in the sky. I want to let the world know what she already does.

I am ridiculously, head over heels, shamelessly in love.

There isn’t a day that goes by that I’m not reminded of my own feelings. Even on our darkest days I can’t deny that I have never in my life had someone give me butterflies, even now, like I experienced day one with her.

There was a time I was absurdly sure we were not going to make it. I was broken in a way I have never felt. It didn’t take me long to realize that inability to walk away was the truest, most honest form of love. It was brutal.

We worked hard to work it out and I realized that I never wanted to let her go. I knew then that nothing would ever be stronger than we could be, together. I knew even in my bravest moment I am that much stronger with her at my side.

I was sure I had fallen in love a million times, it’s who I am.

I never knew though that real, true lasting love is a secret combination.

It’s not something for now, it’s not just a trend. It can not be defined in words and it changes as we grow. I have tried to figure it out, how it is that this feels so different. The recipe is still in the works. I know this for sure though; you need laughter, honesty, respect, patience, understanding and a healthy dose of lust for good measure.

I am incredibly lucky to have found this with her. Incredibly grateful she chose me, that she chose us.

She is my one. She is every love song ever played, every poem ever read and every promise ever whispered.

She is my idiotic bliss and I am forever grateful.

 

 

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