“You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.”
— John Green
It’s true what they say about when you loook for love on your own, you rarely find it.
I know that I’m so grateful that all my feeble attempts at love and relationships before had failed — because they led me to you.
I know that sounds so cheesy, and I shudder a little bit just saying it, but it’s so true. It was mere coincidence that you and I were in the same place at the same time, and the kind of guy you are, it made sense you’d be so quick to say hello to me. The second you smiled, and that first word slipped through your lips I knew I had to know more about you.
I knew after that first hello, that this wasn’t an accident and that I didn’t want to hear you utter anything that resembled a goodbye. Life is funny because you weren’t even the normal type of guy I was attracted to, but each encounter we had led me to wanting more and more.
The brain and heart are funny things, they never make sense and they usually never can agree on anything. There is usually a constant battle over trying to let people in and keeping them out, a secret way of protecting yourself from getting hurt over and over again.
We were both used to being hurt, but you were the first one that my head and heart decided was worthy enough of letting in, in trusting to protect them both.
I say it’s an accident, but maybe that isn’t necessarily the case, perhaps it was fate working itself out exactly the way it was supposed to happen. Perhaps we both had to go through relationships that broke down our trust in the opposite sex, which led to constructing strong walls around our hearts to find each other. Without going through this we wouldn’t value each other as much as we do, I wouldn’t take this relationship as seriously as I do.
You ask me why I like you, and I can’t even begin to explain it to you, because it isn’t just a single reason or one trait that sticks out the most. I can’t just fit it all onto a sheet of paper; you don’t fit nicely in the box at the end of my bed.
I simply like you because you’re you and I haven’t met anyone like you.
In this entire world there will never be anyone else like you and I couldn’t be happier to call you mine because the guy you are is exactly right for me. You can call me sappy; we both know I’m quite the hopeless romantic, but it’s okay because the feelings I have with you make me believe that the kind of love I’ve always dreamed of, does exist.
The future can be scary and I don’t know what tomorrow has in store for us. I don’t know where we’ll end up or how long this journey will last. I do know that I look forward to every adventure and moment that I’m allotted with you.
You and I pair well together; the world can try and deny it, but we make quite the power couple and I’m ready to take on whatever comes our way, as long as you are by my side.
Whether by accident or design you and I were meant to come into each others lives, me to remind you that you don’t have to do everything alone and someone will stand by you no matter what, and for you to remind me that not everyone leaves and that love hasn’t ran away from me completely.
So if whether we’re blaming this on either a simple coincidence, fate, or a mere accident, I am thankful for all of the above.
It turns out I didn’t need to go looking for love, I discovered it the moment you smiled at me, and with each glance I know you’re exactly the man for me.