You could call me crazy. You could call me a dreamer. Or, you could call me a hopeless romantic. I went through a period of time in my life where all the relationships I was surrounded by failed. I was left surviving on this dream that when it was my turn my soulmate would find me. I got so desperate I began searching. That was the crazy part of me. Soon enough with no luck, I stopped. Some time went by and I focused on myself. Who I was? Who I wanted to be? And what I wanted to do? And out of nowhere, YOU showed up. It’s been just short of 4 months now. You make me smile. You make me laugh. When I’m not with you my heart has a hole. I feel like I am missing a part of myself. You complete me. You can call me crazy because 4 months does not seem long enough. Well have you heard of those stories of people who fell in love and got married with only knowing each other for 2 weeks? I have. My great aunt was that story. I’m glad to say they are still together, happy. It’s a rare story. Nowadays it’s even more rare. Now if I told you something you might think of this story different. I’m 17. I will be 18 in October. Go ahead, call me crazy. Tell me that this is not going to work because we are just teenagers. Say anything you want, it doesn’t matter because I’m not going to listen. All that matters is how I feel when I’m with you. And I’m finally happy.
If someone takes the chance to read this would you please take the time to comment if you are in an relationship like this or tell me your love story. I’d love to hear it.