What It Feels Like To Be With The Man Of Your Dreams


Behind every cynic was once a wide eyed hopeless romantic who had their hopes up until they got shot down by the same person who made them believe in the magic of love. I’ve had my heart broken so many times by the people that I’ve been infatuated with, lustful to and secretly dated in my head. But the biggest heart break I’ve experienced was with my first love. I thought he was the one, I was in love with him but after six years together and a string of overlooked red flags.. He tore my heart to pieces. I started to think, maybe love doesn’t really exist? Maybe it’s just some glorified idea made by people who are too afraid to be alone? Who needs it? I don’t. And just like that, I stopped believing.

But the universe is playful and love is stubborn, it doesn’t come to you when you’re looking for it, it comes to you when you least expect it. When those two come together, they either send people who’ll serve as lessons and other times, they send the man of your dreams or “the one”.

How do you know if that person is “the one” anyway?

Sometimes we miss the opportunity of knowing or finding the one because we’ve become so preoccupied of the little things that we fail to see the things that really matter. We tend to overlook the tiniest gestures of love because we are too focused on looking for that fairy tale like signs that may or may not exist. Yes, there’s a kind of love that will make you sing the first line from Queen’s bohemian rhapsody, “is this the real life or is this just fantasy?” and it seems only few people in this world experience that because they are the ones who kept their eyes open.

I never wanted to believe that kind of love at first because when you’ve been hurt too many times you start to think love is just overrated. But life thinks he’s funny, he decided to play a trick on me and sent fate to knock on my door. Behind that door was the man of my dreams and the moment I opened it, I just knew my life was never going to be the same again.

The man of my dreams was perfect; he was literally everything that I’ve been hoping and praying for. He’s the kind of man that seems to live only in a girl’s fantasy. Some people say it’s impossible for his qualities to exist in real life, he’s just an imagination but he’s actually true. He’s the man permeated with depth and complexity, he did not just give me surface but he also gave me soul. He is my best friend whom I share inside jokes with, the one who is always there for me, he lifts me up when I’m down and often times he puts me in my place when I’ve become ridiculously stubborn. With him, I was able to revive memories that I’ve already preserved in my mind and relive the nostalgic feeling of my innocence. He has the kind of energy that continues to take me to expeditions of endless explorations and adventures where I am able to rediscover my youth.

He’s my rock, the one who pushes me to aim higher and dream bigger. He knows and accepts all of me, even the darkest areas of my soul. The man of my dreams inspires me to achieve and accomplish all my heart’s aspirations. He has faith in me and my capabilities; he encourages me and believes that I can be the best of version of myself. He has the power to pull me out of my comfort zone; he gives me new experiences that motivate me to become stronger and wiser than I was yesterday. Before him I never really knew what love meant or what I was looking for but now that I found him, he has given my past, my present and my future meaning. He has done so much for me more than anyone else and best of all, he healed the wounded pieces of my heart and made me believe in love again.

I fill his weakness with my strength and he does the same for me. He’s the love of my life, a gift from heaven. I couldn’t ask for more.