The Things That Are Personal
Last night, I realized something.
I realized that someday, someday, I am going to fall in love. I am going to fall so deeply, completely in love with a boy, and everything I have will be his. Every heartbeat will be for him, and every smile, and every laugh, and every thought.
And he will love me back, with every fiber of his being. He will know why I laugh every time someone tells me I’m beautiful, and the real reason I cry during Christmas, and he will know the lines to all of my favorite songs. He will know every thought before it comes into my head, and he will learn by heart every line of me, down to the very ends of my toes. I know that I will never love anyone more than him, because he will be wonderful and kind and good. He will not be like the others; I will want to be better when I’m with him.
This boy will never hurt me; he will never break my heart or step on my dreams, and he will never let a tear escape my eyes that is caused by him. He will do everything in his power to make me happy, because he will know that I would want to do the same for him.
Last night, I realized that this is something I want this more than anything.
Because I do not want to feel this loneliness anymore.