To you

You came into my life unexpectedly. We talked. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months.

You are the sweetest person I've ever met. No one comes par to you.

You greet me with "you look great today" everyday you'd see me, even if that moment you saw me I just rolled out of bed and still in my oversized t-shirt with large holes in them. Even if that moment I had no sleep yet because I was working the night before. Even if that moment I still haven't combed my hair or washed my face.

To you, I am the most beautiful woman in the world.

To you, my smile meant that life is still great even if it damn sucks.

You tell me everyday how much I mean to you. You speak like there was no other truth.

I never thought you'd make me feel the way I do now. I feel all kinds of emotions with you. Passion. Happiness. Excitement. Giggly girlishness that I thought I left back in high school.

You even make me feel those things I would rather not feel. Anger. Anxiety. Hate. But I would rather go through these emotions intensely with you than not have them at all.

Since we met, that has been the aura about you. The intensity. The fieriness, pardon the pun. You have not been less than intense since that day, and it kills me everyday to feel that kind of passion from you, wanting it but not having it.

With you, all those moments are insanely searing.

But just because you were intense, doesn't mean there wasn't warmth. Your warm and caring ways make me feel secure each day. You seal every day with all your love. It follows me, guides me, protects me.

Everyday, if we weren't too sweet, we were too sour. Our days are punctuated by both mushy moments and really bad fights. But I wouldn't want anything less.

I wait for the day of the start of the rest of our lives. Everyday, the hope of you and me, together for always.

To you. Have all of my heart, all of me. I am yours.

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