Love is him watching me run around in the rain taking pictures of the ground
Love is him holding his umbrella over me because he doesn't want me to get too wet
Love is watching the stars in the cold snuggled up
Love is chuckling at me when I get excited over animals and everything
Love is crying more because I finally feel alive and he makes me feel that way
Love is many things, and love is no longer cruel
I have moved on. I have found my love.
One year almost. It's so close but I don't doubt the many years we will spend together
What is the gift you give someone who makes you better?
Who stops you from doubting things?
Who helped you become more in touch with your emotions?
I've been lost and separated from my emotions for many years.
I've known him since middle school.
What's crazy is I didn't know it then, but I found my love the first time I saw him.
He captivated me. He intrigued me. I never thought any less of him for his problems.
All I can say is thank you and I love you.
My mon amour.
Forever to thee, mon meilleur amie.
This is the last chapter of my old story. I don't have to write about my next story.
I don't need to relieve the new, I have it everyday.
YOU ARE READING
Mostly Him
RandomMost of this is about a single relationship in my life, but this does contain some random chapters because the original intent was to be a bunch of random chapters with no relation.
