The day I met you was silent as a dark room, innocent, harmless. But creeped up on me like an avalanche rattling my ground.
15 years old; clueless, about life, and about love, and definitely about you. I needed something, someone to hold me close and there you were; right place, right time.
3 years of high school I spent craving your attention, wishfully thinking, that you’d fill my bones with the love I didn’t think I deserved, but hoped that maybe you thought that I did. I searched, I searched so hard for something I did not know I needed to find within myself.
1 year of college; I lost myself in a sea of uncertainty and growing up, and I sure as hell lost you. Sure, you were there but I was not as I mindlessly swam and swam until I drowned and looked over at you and there you were drowning, too. Little did we know that we needed to drown in order to learn how to find our way to shore.
6 years of us and here we are, paying bills, and laughing, and loving, and looking back with a smile, remembering the times when we were 15 and didn’t have a care in the world, and when we were 18 and thought that things would never be the same.
But here we are, things are not the same; things will never be the same. Because we are no longer talking about irrelevant people or when I’d see you again, but about our dreams and about our life together and how we can erase the past, not because it brings us pain but because we are no longer who we were at 15 or at 18.
And honey, even if I am not who I am now at 35, or 72, I will never stop loving you and that is the one thing that we can hold onto that will never ever change.
