How to Love You

11

October 2

I think my negative mentality finally had a major turning point today; it was like a flip of the switch was all it took for my optimism to return to my good nature.

As I was lying on the couch, recovering from another obviously restless sleep, I noticed you strut across the room in one of my old, stained t-shirts, just like you used to.

I felt my entire breath drift out of my body, as the morning sun reflected directly on you, showcasing your long, tan legs. It was almost as if God himself had decided to shine a spotlight on you to finally rip me out of my blues and remind me that not all hope is gone. As if the angels up above were symbolically dusting their beauty upon you to help me remember our love was too powerful to give up on. The whole scene of you entering, stunningly as usual, in my t-shirt was too surreal to not be fate, destiny, or some other being in Heaven blessing me with such a wonderful sight.

The doctor said it himself; I could trigger your memories back, all it took was the right one.

"I hope you don't mind, all my pajama shirts were dirty." You sighed, turning bright red when you caught me staring at you. You must've thought that I was upset you took my shirt, because you kept apologizing repeatedly, and becoming extremely bashful around me.

You must've not realized that I think you look the best in the morning, especially in my t-shirts, with your hair messily strung over your shoulders, and your face still dreary from a long slumber. No matter what I was feeling that day, your beauty overshadows any dark cloud hovering over me. Your laugh chases away the stormy weather and your bright cheerful smile can silence any howling wind.

And that is why, I can't continue to think that I've lost you forever. Even if I have only the slightest bit of hope that you will return to normal, it's better than being stuck in the gutter, like I have been. You may think I'm insane, but I'm gonna get you back; one way or another, I promise.