To My First..

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        To the first person who will invade my uneventful, hopeless and lonesome way of life. Who will unlock and walk me through the golden gates of an inexplicable and indescribable complete bliss. A thousand of electric current to my every nerve fiber sending shockwaves to my body making my heart flutter, my breathing accelerates, my chest feels like compressing, my mouth becomes dry, my stomach churns, my knees turns to jelly. An affection that is foreign to my whole being and only to books I memorized and familiarized.

          To the first person who will envelope me as me, my insecurities, my flaws, my pessimism and being an introvert. A supply of unlimited patience is required to deal with my  down to hell self-esteem. Accompanying me every day will give you relentless stress. Lending your ears to me will result to hearing loss. Calming me will take you overnight. Taking care of me will exhaust you. Loving me might end up tomorrow.

To the first person who will stay with me even in my premenstrual syndrome. Who will say that I'm still stunning even when I'm not in stressful days. Who will apologize to me even it's my fault. Who will pour me sacharrine messages on facebook even it embarass you. Who will fetch me every day after work even your too tired to do so. Who will visit me at my house to spend time with me even when you have other plans. Who will buy me gifts even in ordinary days. Who will reply to my messages even when you're busy at work. Who will call me during boys night even you already explain to me every detail in person. Who will not shout at me even when I upset you. Who will always make me laugh even in my lowest point in life. Who will pleased me everyday even when you don't have to. Who will say "I love you" even when I say "I hate you".

To the first person who will hold my heart. The one who can implicate various emotions in me. Who can make me feel euphoric everyday and at the same time be depressed. To the first person who have the ability to take my innocence as I enter into the intricate world of love. To the first person, endurance is a must for I can be very complicated sometimes but I promise to you my first that you as well my infinite person.

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