Dear Love,
You stole my heart from the moment I saw you. I saw you from across the room, not knowing you saw me too, and I just knew there was something special. Something that I couldn’t understand at the time, but now I see the whole picture. I see how you have me on a roller coaster. A roller coaster that I don’t want to leave. We’re on a ride that I don’t want to end.
When we met for the first time, my heart was beating faster than the spark that shot across your eye. As I approached the store I began to think, “What are you doing? You never go and chase anyone!” But my feet continued to pound the pavement and the brisk wind continued to smash my face. My mind said turn around, but my heart said keep going. My feet said nothing as they drew nearer and nearer.
I walked in and didn’t know what to expect. You ran from me like you saw a ghost. Left me standing in a flood of confusion and admiration. As if I were lost, I walked around always keeping you in my sight.
Finally, we were face to face. Small talk, right? I think not. Immediately, you grabbed me and engulfed my mind in static. I nearly forgot where I was; what I was doing; why I was doing it. But I never forgot who I was with. I never forgot who I was talking to; who I was looking at. Some people would call that “love at first sight,” but it was different. I wasn’t in love, not yet. But I was lost in your skin. I was lost in your eyes. Lost in your humor and your smile. My mind was saying, “keep your cool,” but my heart said, “… just look.” I had to force myself to speak. When you walked away, I had to regroup; pull my face off the floor and remember that you weren’t mine. Not yet.
It was days later when we met again. I played your family. A place that I now long to hold. And you did just that. You held me like no one ever has before. You protected me, even from myself. No one has ever done that before. It scared me how fast we moved. We meet. We spend one day together. And now we’re together. Less than a month. Less than two weeks. But it feels so right. Never before have I felt like this about anyone.
I told you my deepest fear. You shared with my your greatest passion. We exchanged thoughts, ideas, concepts, plans, values, traditions, stories… But most of all we exchanged our hearts. You gave me yours. I gave you mine. And now we’re in love.
I love the way you tell me to, “shut up.” I love when you react to the things I say. I love how much respect you have for me. I love when we disagree, because it only lasts a second. I love your smile. I love your mind, because it manages to wrap itself around both sides of an issue and tackle it without hurting you or me. I love your passion for politics. I love your voice– strong, yet soft. I love your eyes– false, yet “oh so” real. I love your tongue as it forms the words that speak to my heart. I love your height. I love your ambition, your goals, your plan. I love your hands. Slightly larger than mine, but just the right size to hold my heart. I love your heart–strong enough to keep you up, but soft enough to let me in and be apart of you.
Love, there are only three words that describe what I feel about you: I Love You.
But this is a different type of love. It’s not brotherly love. It’s not family love. It’s not false love. It’s not blind love. It’s the kind of love that doesn’t have a name. It’s the kind that no one is able to explain. It’s the kind that scholars and experts and professionals have yet to figure out. They’ve been trying to figure this one out for thousands of years, but no one has been able to. That’s the kind of love that I have for you.
MCW I Love You.
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February 25, 2009
It’s amazing how things change. I wrote this less than 4 months ago. Now, I have you know that this person is completely removed from my life. I do not talk to them, text them. We’re not evenFacebook friends anymore. This person ended up breaking my heart in such a profound way that it changed my outlook on relationships as a whole. I am much more careful when it comes to issues of the heart.
Check out “Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself” for more info.
