Him

Today is Valentine’s Day and I’m sitting in my room, at my desk, listening to songs that say words I cannot. The day is almost at a close so I want to talk about him. He’s been on my mind all day. Let me be honest here, he is always on my mind even if I don’t realize it right away. Most nights, he’s in my dreams. The feelings I have for this man don’t compare to anything else.

I’m a romantic. I believe in love at first sight, The Notebook type love that’s everlasting. But a part of me never truly believed in soulmates until the day I met him. I remember like it was yesterday. I remember all of our memories like they were yesterday. But I remember that day because I was such a nervous wreck. My insides were badly twisted and I was afraid that as soon as he saw me, he would be uninterested. I never think of myself as the best woman out there. I don’t even come close. I always feel there are things about myself that I could fix, appearance and personality wise. But the moment my eyes met his, I knew. I just knew. I didn’t want to know. I kept denying it. Over the months that I didn’t get to see him, I tried pushing him away, and he knew. I never felt good enough for him. I felt like I was damaged, like I would bring him nothing but sadness and anger. He never left though. So I decided to give it a try. I decided to trust my heart. I let myself love him. And I still do. Because I believed in soulmates, because I believed that he was my missing puzzle piece. He was the one I wanted to come home to at the end of the school day and just tell him about my day and have him tell me about his. For us to make memories, for us to have this cute house that fit who we were, for me to take him on a journey through all the places where I grew up so he could see the beauty of all of it.

I miss him. I miss him so much.. I miss our talks, our cute nicknames. I miss hearing his voice, and I miss seeing his face. I miss him sending me pictures with the filters on Snapchat, and then I could screenshot them and put them in my folder on my phone so I could just see his face. I miss him so much. I miss him every day. The ache in my heart doesn’t lessen because he’s missing from there. Some days are harder than others. Some days I just wish I could forget but I know that if I were to forget, my life wouldn’t have been better for knowing him, for loving him. Because of him, I learned to trust in a way I never thought I could. I learned that hope is important to have. And I learned that sometimes things cannot be. That was the hardest thing I had to learn. Because I know what my heart wants and I know what I want. And it’s just him. He is my home. When I looked at him, I knew I was home. When I was in his arms, I knew I was home. When he held my hand, I knew I was home. When his lips touched mine, I knew I was home. When he spoke of our future, I knew I was home. Because in my mind, there was no one else but him, for me. He would do this thing, where he would just look at me and smile. He wouldn’t say anything, just look at me. And I would wonder why he would just stare at me, so I would eventually ask, “What?” and he’d make some comment about looking at his beautiful girlfriend. And I would try not to blush because that man, God, that man, had the ability to bring butterflies to my tummy, make me weak in the knees, at his smile. I will always remember his arms around me, I will always remember the way I felt being in his arms, the warmth, the safety, the love. I will always remember the way his hand felt holding mine. I will always remember how our hands fit together, how he never judged my baby hands, how he would hold onto my hand when I would try to pull away. I will always remember the way his kisses felt. I will always remember the way I felt when he kissed me, the love, the rush of life into my body, the thought that I could kiss him every day for the rest of my life and be totally and absolutely content with everything. I will always remember his smile, his laugh, his voice. I am deeply, irrevocably in love with him. And I will want him to be happy and have goodness in him. Always and Forever. Because il nostro amore e l’amore che move il sole e l’altre stelle.

To Her Great Love

To her greatest love,

Isn’t it funny how life can change within a second? Isn’t it inspiring how you came into her life when she needed you the most? She needed to learn to love herself and she couldn’t, without you. You loved her, you loved her for who she was, not for how she looked or for what you could gain from her. You loved her soul. She’ll never forget the lessons you taught her. She was destroyed the last time she loved someone. Pieces of her were so broken, she never thought she’d be whole again. She hid herself away, she hid her heart away, to protect herself. Then you came along, and the feelings she felt towards you left her terrified. Her mind and her heart fought against one another. But she decided to trust her heart one last time. She put her all into you, her heart, her soul, and loved you so. She loved you even when apart. She remained loyal through a battle of her heart and mind. She loved, and loved. Even when hope seemed so lost. Because she believed you were worth everything. And you were. You loved her back. You promised her an always and she put her faith into that promise. You slowly taught her to think differently of herself. To see herself the way you saw her. She can look in a mirror and like the reflection she is because you taught her more about herself than she thought possible. When she thinks of her future, you are always a part of it. Because she wants you to be a part of it. The thought of losing you terrifies her because she put all of her love in your hands. She wants you, she wants you in her life. Because you are a part of her happiness. Because she wants you to be the last person she loves because of who you are as a  person. Because of your kind, gentle, wise, loving heart. Because you complete her in a  way no one else ever did or will. You are her soulmate, her piece of the puzzle she has been missing. If you ever decide to stop loving her one day, she’ll understand, and she’ll let you go, but the sorrow in her heart will never fade. Because you’ll always be the one she wanted, you’ll always be in her heart. You’ll always be the one that taught her to love herself and you’ll always be the one who loved her when she didn’t think anyone ever would.