Falling in love after having your heart broken, can seem quite impossible. I thought I knew what Love was before. I thought it meant that someone wanted me and thought I was pretty. It meant that someone enjoyed talking to me and spending time with me occasionally. It meant that jealousy and insecurity were to be expected.

It meant that even though someone might hurt me, that they still wanted to keep me around anyway. But in reality, love is so much more than that.

When I found you, I was broken. But I was holding myself together the best that I could. I had glued and taped my heart and spirit back together, and I had accepted that love was just an idea, a way to try to control someone. We started this relationship only seeking companionship, and nothing more. Because of this, we had no expectations or labels. We were friends, and it was perfect. We spent our time together having fun, and trying new things.

However, over time we changed course. I know that we both felt it. When we were together, the air was filled will electrified tension. But there was always a chaos of silent noise between us. Because, words unspoken are the loudest. I spent most of my night wondering if I should be honest with you. Should I continue to deny what was happening between us? Should I ask if you felt the same? I had no answers, only fears and doubt.

But then you said you loved me. I remember it so clearly, standing in your bedroom, with your hair a total mess and the biggest smile on your face. Things changed then. Because I knew that you had been dealing with these feelings as well.

And now here we are. Laying next to each other, after wake up together. My cat laying on your chest. And there is a new sense of peace. Because for the first time in a long time, I know what it means to be loved.