I go awhile without talking, but I feel the need to get this off my chest.
Out of my head.
I always thought I knew what love was. What I was supposed to feel and how I would find it. It would be chosen by me and I would instantly grab it and hold on to it.
I would see it and it would see me and the rest would fall into place.
That was not the case.
Love found me and I looked at it like it was a foreign. I didn't notice it, I didn't grab it and to be fair I decided love wasn't for me.
But I stumbled right into you.
I stumbled into the way you spoke to me, into the way you motivated me, into the way you pushed me to be a better person.
I walked into the arms you held out, the warmth and security you gave. The support you gave me.
I feel into your smile, your voice, every "honey" and every "I believe in you." For all the "You can do this" and "I appreciate your love."
Love was supposed to be intense. It waa supposed to make my heart beat fast and keep me on my toes.
It does not. It calms me, gives me rest for I was tired, so very tired.
Everyday I see more and more why it was never anyone else. It could've never been, anyone else.
Because it is you.