I don’t know how this will turn out, because quite frankly every time I try to write something happy about you, it comes out sounding like some cheesy 2nd-grade poem. But if that’s all I can seem to muster up in poem form, then I’ll try this. I’ll try actually writing out what I feel rather than trying so hard to be artistic with it. I often forget that, that love isn’t artistic. Because while you create art, you don’t create love. If anything it creates you. And that’s exactly what you did. You created this version of me that I am now. This happy, glowing, always warm inside girl. Wide-eyed with more wonder than my big heart and complex brain will ever be able to comprehend. And I will always be thankful.

The way you came into my life, both times, was so unexpected. And both times I tried to push you away, both for very different reasons. But you’d always find your way back into my life and I know it’s because I need you. Right now, I need you. Your strong grip and soft gaze, the way I can make you laugh so easily, and that laugh is music to my ears. Every time I’m around you, time ceases to exist and my own fairytale land takes place. But at the same time it’s as if time speeds up and too long, it just isn’t long enough. I try to not to be clingy, I try not to suffocate and smother because I never did that before. Purely because I never felt the need to. But with you, all those rules I ever created for myself, all those regulations? Where the hell they went, I will never know. Not only did you make me fall in love with you, you’ve held my attention for longer than a week. You’ve held it for a year.

You know I often think that’s why I could never love anyone else, because in the back of my mind there was always this...shadow lurking. A shadow of something forgotten, something so sweet that I tasted so briefly, and I never knew until you filled that shadow with light that it was you. It was always you, and until I live this out and experience this, it’s always going to be you. You stunted my love development, both literally and figuratively. Long after you’re gone, you’re always going to be a love story of epic proportions. How we fought monsters and demons to resist each other, both on our own terms. Now, of course, I’m just adding the monsters and demons to make it sound cooler, every love story needs a little action that isn’t your standard Nicholas Sparks “action.” All insults intended, Nicholas.

I think what gets me most with you, is I can never find the words to explain what you mean to me. I can never find the words to tell you how much I love you, because every time I try, words just don’t live up to what I feel. The way the morning light floods in on your pale skin, the way your eyes light up when you see me looking at you for longer than normal, the way you let me wrap myself up in you, and the way you breathe a whole new meaning of life, love, and lust into me. No words will ever be good enough to use because you are worth so much more than words. You are worth galaxies, constellations, worlds, and in my eyes, you are my prince charming. You are my art, and love is the canvas.