Life's like a tablespoon of medicine.
Horrible and unforgiving.
But in the end it's all worth it.
From the day we were able to understand it, we've been told we're going to find someone, the someone. The love of our life, the sunshine of our dark days, the person that can make you laugh and smile. The person that can make you fall in love a million times over.
But I never believed that. I never believed in true love, that there was actually someone who could, or even would want to be my 'someone', my soulmate for the rest of our lives, till death did us part, and I didn't really care. Not everyone's going to have a 'someone' to spend the rest of their lives with, to grow old with. You might find something close to it, something you call love, but that might not last.
They say that you can tell when you meet your 'one true love'. That your heart will know, the moment you see them your heart feels like it's bursting, like your world is complete, like your journey is over and everything's come to a whole.
But I didn't think that would happen to me, didn't think it was real. I thought it was all a lie, thought people were just giving other people false hope, because life has nothing but disappointment in store.
But I guess we all think that at some point in our lives, don't we?
And as you have probably guessed, I was wrong. I was very wrong, and I have never been so happy to be wrong.
I met him one cold winter's night, we were both walking alone in the dark. I had needed to get out for a bit, away from everything to just clear my head. I was just feeling so done with everything, you know, your average Wednesday.
I had decided that I wanted to go somewhere I could let it all out, aka where I could throw rocks into the far distance and get my emotions out freely. So I went to the only place I could think of at the time, the forest.
Now you may be wondering why the hell do I live near a forest, and for that answer you'd have to ask my parents, because I never bothered to.
I had walked pretty far into the forest, not afraid because I'd done this countless times and knew where I was.
I had picked up a rock and just threw it, with all the strength I had, yelling in the process. And it just felt so good, to shout, to let it out. I had nothing in particular I was doing this for, just wanted to shout.
After repeating this a few times I decided to sit down, feeling like I was quite drained.
After a few minutes I heard a twig snap, turning my head faster than you can say 'hello' I asked who was there. After no reply I asked again, still nothing. So I got up and walked forward in the direction of where the sound came from. As I got closer to where the sound came from I heard a low humming and then a bit of rustling.
Behind a tree sat a handsome boy, humming along to the music in his ears, explaining why he didnt answer me. But the one thing going through my head was...
Why was he out here by himself, on a cold winter's night like this, where you could see your own breath, and without even a jacket on. But then again, why was I out here?
I studied his face, the way it changed with every word he translates through his humming. He looked so lost, like he was searching for the answers in the lyrics, but wasn't finding them.
I lightly tap his shoulder, his eyes opening, our eyes meet and my world freezes. I'm at a loss for words. It's like a whole new world, a beautiful wonderful world. And I know he's feeling the same, it's like he's looking right into my soul. Seeing all the secrets I've hidden from the world, all my weaknesses I try so hard to cover up with fake strength.
In his eyes I found loss, loneliness and fear. But I could see the pleading in them, crying out for help and comfort, for anything really. I found myself in his eyes, I saw a boy who has gone through the same things, is going through the same things as I was. I saw a spark of hope, I felt my heart beat, I felt the connection.
One cold winter's night I met a boy with such clear and pale skin, you could call it porcelain, with eyes that could take you to another world, hair as soft as a cloud, nose as cute as a button, teeth as white as snow and lips as perfect as a smile.
That boy changed everything I thought to be false and a lie, to the truest thing I had ever heard.
That night I met the person I was fated to be with, fated to love and cherish, till death did us part.
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This is what happens when I read David Levithan books.
