I wish I could say that love came easy to me, I wish I could say that I knew how great you were when you fell in love with me. The truth is I didn’t know how to handle it, I had never been so flattered in my entire life, I still cannot understand what it was that you saw in me, You never gave up, you worked so hard to win me over, to find my love.
You sent me messages every morning and every night, you sent me songs that said the things you wanted to say, you told me how great I was and how I didn’t deserve you but you were going to work harder and harder to make me happy.
I don’t know why I acted the way I did. I don’t know why I wouldn’t text you back, or why I’d cause so much trouble. I guess I was affraid. I didn’t think somebody as perfect as you would ever fall in love with me.
Then I started to fall in love with you, the silly things you thought we’re ugly about you, your nose that I kissed every night before we fell asleep, your arms which you thought were too hairy, you’re voice which you thought was annoying. I loved everything, I had never felt something so powerful and I guess that’s why I acted so strangely, but I guess the world has a way of teaching us, everybody has a shelf life.
Opportunities at love that is balanced are rare, and that when they do happen, release yourself, don’t be affraid to love, don’t be affraid to give more then you take, don’t be affraid of losing, or looking clingy, or anything that comes into your mind that somehow prevents you from listening to that voice that says “just love.”
I guess I really want to thank you, you taught me so much, the truth is you taught me how to love, you taught me that love will conquer all, it will warm the frozen hearts of others, it will break down walls and it will grow like a weed.
I’m now seeing somebody else and it started a lot like you did, they tell me all these great things, they have even proposed, it was a joke…I think, but you never thought of that one! I think I love him, I miss him when we don’t speak, I love his stupid little comments he makes, and I love how we talk about everything, even weird things.
I guess there is one conclusion to every story, we all fall down, but thank you for knocking me down, thank you for hurting me and being my first love and my first heartache, thank you for opening my heart to love.