Before I met you

I've been searching for your love.

The kind that reaches behind closed doors

Lonely walks, scars, and hushed whispers.

Your love

When it appeared in front of me

Taught me to be deeply scared, for losing it, losing that feeling of safety and comfort.

Because I've been searching for it my whole life.

Your love

Embraces me: when I cry, when I disappear, when I want to be alone.

It reaches deep inside me, where no one else can witness or experience

Because your love is the only key to my locked, hesitant heart.

Your love:

That smile, that laugh, that aura that surrounds you

Which eventually takes me in because I want to, not because I feel obligated to.

For the first time, your love teaches me to have the freedom to choose.

And this time,

I don't look at you with hesitation nor fear.

I don't look at you because I feel like I have to.

I look at you because I want to.

I want to feel more of your love

I want to hug you more, receive your endearing kisses, and hear your soft voice.

Your love,

The sweet embodiment of genuineness.

The yin to my yang.

The light to my darkness.

I finally found you, and won't ever let you go.