Love is worth the wait. Love is worth every single heartache you go through. Love is deserving of all the parts of me that I have to give. Love is everything that makes us whole. Love is surely worth the wait.
To find a man, not a boy, but a man who sees more than just my skin and into my soul is a blessing. I spend countless hours trying to figure out if it's a delusion. Sometimes it seems too good to be true. Our love is the kind of love that I don't even have to think about. I never have to convince myself to love any certain part of you because it all comes naturally. Our love is passionate, is real, is forgiving, is romantic, and is warmth. It's the light I have been waiting for. Our love is the one I read about in books and watched in movies. It's the kind of love people envy and the story I believed to only exist in my head after being let down too many times. It's what makes me so weak in the knees, yet, I feel more fearless and reckless than ever. Our love is what gives me hope and shows me how full a heart can be when it's treated properly. It's the closest thing to flying and magic. It's a safe haven on our darkest nights. Our love is the kind of love that lets me feel, feel so much that I can't help but be myself.
When I look at you, I see everything I've ever wanted. You're perfect for me. You're kind and thoughtful. You're the one I look foreword talking to. And the one I think about at 3 am and the one I wish was here at 5 in the afternoon. You make me laugh until I can't breath anymore. You tell me that I'm beautiful in any hour of the day and you mean it every time. You make me smile like an idiot when I'm around you. You make me feel happy, safe and wanted. And those are things I haven't felt in a long time. You see me as an equal, a universe in my own right, a person with thoughts and dreams and fears. And you're handsome. Oh god you're handsome. I've seen your morning hair and I still think you're the most breath-taking human even when you wake up. I could kill whoever made you feel otherwise. Because when I look at you, all I can think is how lucky I am. You're the one I want to love, in every form and in every way. You're the one. You're the only one.
Science may never be able to prove if true love exists or if love at first sight is a real thing. And I can't quite tell you if I believe in soulmates, but I believe in our love. I believe in the moments you wake up and lean over to say "good morning". And when you give me most of the blanket. I believe in your laughter and how your eyes light up when you tell me you love me. And when you hold my hand when you drive. I believe in your forehead kisses and the way you listen to my stories with an open heart and an open mind. And how you make my soul laugh and my heart glisten. I believe in the way you make me want to be better. And in your ability to mend, to let go, to move forward, and strive to be more. I believe in your walk, in your talk and the enchantment in your soul. And in the times we sit there in silence, yet, conversations are constantly flowing. I believe you when you tell me you'll always make me happy. And in the safety of your arms and the serenity of your voice. I believe in our strength. I believe in you. I believe in us.
Love is rolling over and finding my way to your body. Love is kissing your forehead as you lay your head on my chest. Love is finding your hand in mine like an uncontrollable attraction. Love is missing you even when you pull your hand away to put it on the steering wheel. Love is feeling your heart beating faster when I get close to you. Love is seeing your whole world and being drawn to it. Love is wanting to paint maps with you and helping you find different ways back to yourself. Love is loving again, even when we have both been hurt. But we love harder than we ever did.
I believe in waiting for the one who makes you feel as if you need an additional heart to hold all the love you have for them. I believe that real love is worth the wait, for this is what I've been waiting for.
— m.f. // I found it
