I am in love with the most amazing person I have ever known. I want to tell you all about her! We just met you see and we are still in the incipient stage of love. You know the type where you sit on the phone all night talking to each other without saying a word, just listening to her breath and wishing you could feel it on your cheek. It’s in those moments of total silence when we are both just enjoying the inner peace that the other persons existence allows us to embrace when I realize, that I absolutely love this girl.
We just met but this love we have is fierce. It’s like that feeling you had on that first day of school when you were wearing all new clothes and shoes with lights on the inside; the ones that would shine every time you took a step in the right direction. This love is like those shoes, I want to wear it around everywhere and proudly show it to my friends. I want to dance in the front of a crowd and let anyone who looks upon me know that I have a love that can be seen for miles. Because this love doesn’t have dim LED lights made in china. This love uses the eternal flame handed down to man from god himself which could blind a small child if that child were unfortunate enough to gaze upon it.
We just met but this love we have is fierce. It’s like that feeling you had on that first day of school when you were wearing all new clothes and shoes with lights on the inside; the ones that would shine every time you took a step in the right direction. This love is like those shoes, I want to wear it around everywhere and proudly show it to my friends. I want to dance in the front of a crowd and let anyone who looks upon me know that I have a love that can be seen for miles. Because this love doesn’t have dim LED lights made in china. This love uses the eternal flame handed down to man from god himself which could blind a small child if that child were unfortunate enough to gaze upon it.
So it's new and young and it needs to be nurtured. I have a lot of people trying to tell me this love can’t exist, that it’s some kind of fairy tale. That if I continue to express my love in this way eventually I will get a baby powdered hand print across my face leaving a shameful reminder of pain that everyone can see. Like I will one day realize that this love is a childish endeavor, a foolish hope, or a dream I can wake up from. Not the actualization of a lifelong denial. The purposeful placement of feelings and ideas that have festered inside growing for years, despite the negativity other people have tried to use to destroy this love. Other people are wrong, this love is no fairy tale, it’s something I choose to make real.
Now me and this girl have only been together a year. So I know you may think I don’t know her as well as I ought to. Or that I somehow am being bamboozled by her beauty, confused by her charm, or tricked by her smile. But I know this girl better than I know myself. This girl has infected my soul and like a symbiotic being has attached itself to the pulse of life that flows through my veins growing stronger through my being alive while also increasing the ability within me to live.
I can't stop thinking about her and the way she makes me feel. She’s like a warm blanket that puts me to sleep at night, and yes sometimes even a violent alarm clock that wakes me up. She walks with me holding my hand, hugs me when I am sad, and knows just what to say when the world becomes too much. If I had known her when I was younger I would be a better man than I am today and having met her when I did I will become a better man every day here after.
While she makes me better suited to face the challenges externally in life she also challenges me to face the internal struggles I have in my mind. This stimulus is sexy. Every time she is playing with the delicate fibers in my brain, tickling and teasing my cerebral cortex and my frontal lobe I can’t help myself. I turn into a Neolithic man and want to drag her into the bedroom by her hair. I don’t care about anything she wears or the way she does her make up the sexiest thing she has ever done was when she decided to challenge me to a romantic conversation of disagreement.
There is only one problem with this girl. She isn’t a girl at all. I can’t hold her in my arms and night watching her eyes softly shut while the moonlight sneaks through the cracks of her old dusty blinds. I can’t take her to a party to meet all my friends and feel like the coolest person in the room for being with her. Nobody I have met knows her as well as I do and I until I meet that one person, nobody ever will. Here’s to that stranger that I don’t know yet, with the mutual friend that with whom we both spend our free time. But of course here’s to the one I love, the idea of love, I drink to your health my dear :-D.
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