The Perfect Valentine

Before I met you I was happy, I was healthy, I had good friends and a girlfriend, but that doesn’t compare to what I felt when I met you. At first I was confused, I would catch myself smiling for no reason then realize I was thinking of you.  My friends noticed it too, and when I told them about it, one said “well man, if you can’t get someone off your mind they’re probably meant to be there.”  It was the smartest thing he had ever said since he had a grade average of a B-, and we all stared at him in shock.  Then every day, I’d feel something like a strong pull towards you, sitting next to you doing absolutely nothing meant absolutely everything to me. Because when I’m with you, the only place I’d rather be is closer.

Then you said you liked me too and I was the happiest kid in the world. The next day I knew this was something special because I would see the world in your eyes and your eyes everywhere in the world. I am so sorry I missed Valentines Day but that night, I looked up at the stars and matched each star with one reason why I love you, I was doing great, until I ran out of stars. I didn’t go to sleep until late that night because reality was finally better than my dreams. And if you asked me how many times you crossed my mind over that long and boring day, I would say once, because you never left it.

You may only be one person in the world, but are also the world to one person. Me. Because anyone can catch your eye but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Because it’s easy to fall in love but it’s hard finding someone to catch you. So if you break my heart I want you to know that I will still love you with all the little pieces. Because I’m not afraid of heights, I’m afraid of falling. I’m not afraid of the dark, I’m afraid of what’s in it. I’m not afraid of love, I’m afraid of not being loved back. Happy Valentine’s Day!

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1 Response to The Perfect Valentine

  1. A J Wiggs says:

    Cute love story.

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