Because I believe so deeply that what’s meant to be will always find its way to you, maybe I’ve never really fought hard enough for anyone or anything.
Because why must you fight for something that’s meant for you?
Or maybe the few times I did fight for someone or something, only for it not to work out, the heartbreak was so unbearable that somewhere along the way, I decided I could never put myself through that again. Maybe it became easier to believe that the things meant for me would stay, and the things that left simply weren’t mine to keep.
And that’s exactly how I see this. I don’t know where it’s going, or what it will eventually become, but somehow, you make even the uncertainty of it beautiful. With every touch, every look, every little gesture, you make me feel how deeply you feel for me. There are things you never have to say because I see them in your eyes and feel them in the way you hold me. And so, even though there is something heartbreakingly uncertain about us, being loved by you makes all of it feel strangely whole. It makes whatever this is, however long I get to have it, feel entirely worthwhile.
I’ve had relationships with far more certainty and commitment, and yet no one has ever come close to loving me the way you do. It’s the kind of love I spent so much of my life dreaming about but never quite believed existed until I found it in you. You’ve somehow made my solitude dull, when being alone was something I once genuinely enjoyed. You’ve made your absence feel lonely, when I used to think my own company was more than enough. Now, every moment spent away from you feels like it’s missing something. Like there is a version of life before you, and then there is this one, where everything feels a little fuller simply because you exist in it. I’ve found love in you. I’ve found hope in you. And somewhere along the way, I think I found my whole world in your arms.
She Was Sea 