Growing up I thought being in love was red roses, dates on Saturday night, pretty jewellery, kisses in the rain and boxes that held expensive things. I thought true love was a story with a picture perfect ending. Now that I’m older I realise it’s not that at all. True love isn’t something you find in a Disney movie.
Being in love is screaming at 5am till you cry out of anger, but knowing they won’t leave. It’s saying all the wrong things at the wrong moments. It’s leaving someone in complete control of your heart. It’s sleepless nights and non-stop texting. It’s all night phone calls and lame jokes. It’s wanting to share every moment with that one person. It’s finding yourself awake at 3am craving them asleep next to you. It’s being apart and knowing that nothing will change.
It’s the small things. It’s screaming the lyrics to your favourite song together. It’s fights and make up sex. It’s hour long showers and breakfast in the morning. It’s coffee dates and finding new books to read. It’s days full of laughter and tears. It’s holding hands and kissing ever so passionately. It’s capturing the world’s beauty through their eyes. It’s finally being able to love yourself as much as that person loves you. Love is the only thing in this world worth fighting for. Being in love will fuck you up in more ways than you can imagine and it’s absolutely heart-wrenching, but at the same time it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
I could still remember the day that I met someone like you. It was my stormiest state. Where all of my hopes and walls were shattered into pieces. Where I was completely devastated. But out of nowhere, you came and offered help to me. I hesitated because I have issues about trust, but you keep insisting and promised that you’ll be with me until the end of the storm, so I reached your hand. You slowly put me up from my downfall, wiped off every pain that resided within me. You walked with me, cleared my path and healed the wounds from my past. You offered tight hugs when I feel that I’m alone and sad. You carried me patiently when I feel that I’m exhausted. You listened to me every time I cry about pain and hatred. You gave hopes every time I feel that I’m worthless, tired of life and things around me. You guided and never leave me not even for a second throughout the storm. You offered everything you have to me. You even shed light for me, to see the end of the darkest part of my life. You had witnessed the worst form of me. The storm subsided and you complied to your promise. I opened my eyes and you were still there. You are with me in every step of the journey. You waited for me. You stayed. I’m so blessed that you did. And now, you deserve the best kind of me. I am now yours, from here to eternity.
He breathes out, saying the three words I’ve only imagined leaving his lips, but hearing them aloud could never compare to any fantasy. My heart races, everything in this moment is perfect, and I am in love with him. I am so in love with him that it almost overwhelms me, and so I do the only logical thing, I say it back.