I love you,
I know you love me too.
Sometimes times seem long,
But you just remind me, "Be strong."
Before you I was made of broken pieces,
I was insecure,
I was uneasy, depressed, distrustful.
You turned me into something beautiful.
I can be happy about being me.
I can finally see,
That we really are meant to be.
There's spark in my eyes that wasn't there before,
I love you all the way to my core.
I pray that we'll be together forever,
Our love will never sever.
You're my everything. These wings can take me away from this place I can't stand, right to you. Your eyes are my sanctuary, your heart is my home, your arms always keep me safe.
I know sometimes I lose my worried mind. I go crazy, but you still love me, you still want me even when I seem to be someone else.
You think I'm amazing, and I don't understand.
I don't understand why,
I don't understand how,
I don't understand how someone could ever think this mess of a person is "amazing."
You're my saving grace,
I just want to stay.
I'll always be yours,
I always was yours.
You're the sunshine coming through the cement to reach the flower, trapped in a sea of everything that says she's impossible. You are the sunshine saving me when I'm in the middle of everything that could be bad.
All I have to do is think of you, of us, and everything seems a little bit better, I grow a little bit stronger.
I really do want to be with you forever. I know I sound like a typical love-struck teenager, but I've never felt this.
Sure, there were different "connections". But do you want to know something? You want to know a few things? If not, don't read, if you want to know what THEY were really about, I'll show you.
P: Long distance, I never met him in person. I was young and stupid. He was probably some weirdo 50 year old...
R: Oh, a little 8th grade fling. Meant nothing. He's probably gay, now that I really look at it. Once we parted, we never spoke again.
M: I finally said yes after him constantly harassing me to date him. 8th grade. When he finally approached me asking my why I wasn't acting like his girl, I told him I wasn't and skipped away happily while he fumed, smoke practically coming out of his ears.
E: He was some stupid freshman crush that I had. He was a junior. Nothing ever happened. I danced with him once at homecoming... It was completely awkward, and I realized he wasn't the one for me... That didn't stop me from occasionally stalking him through the halls though... :)
M2: Same thing as the first M, harassed me til I said yes, but we never acted like we were dating.
C: Recommended by my friend B, who you'll hear about later. He was just desperate and wanted to get into my pants. He tried to make me like his friends. He tried to make me into a mother figure for him. Didn't work too well.
T: Not exactly sure why I fell for him. He was dark and mysterious, a bad boy. We all know how the bad boys end: badly. But he also tried to change me. I was his councelor, the one he complained to, I wasn't happy.
B: Got his "girlfriend" pregnant, "fell" for me, after I moved to another state. It was all bullshit.
C (same one): He had no friends, no one else who gave a damn about his pathetic drama. Kinda forgot about him.
D: He was my good friend from where I used to live. We were really close. Tried dating, went ok, he cheated on me. My feelings for him were over.
D2: Some asshole. Don't even wanna go there. He lied and cheated and lied some more.
W: Again don't need to even talk about him. Asshole who changed the entirety of who I was. Left me broken and used. And I'm not the only girl he's done it to.
Thing is, I never really was happy at all with any of them. Sure, if you wanna call those THINGS "connections", then go ahead. Sometimes people are just better off friends, or not even talking at all.
But you, you're different. You accept me for who I am. I'm yours, all yours. I'm finally learning to do everything how I was meant to. I'm learning to breathe again, I'm learning to love and live. I love you with all my being. Understand that, I'm never letting you go. I love you.
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