We’ve hit a few bumps in the road lately haven’t we? People are talking, you don’t have to pretend I know you’ve heard it, because I’ve heard it to. It seems people are relishing our troubles.
I knew it.
It was only a matter of time.
They were never meant to be together.
That’s just some of the things they’re saying.
They say that there are others out there who would be better for us. But I know, and I suspect you do as well that no one could ever have as big a place in their heart as we do for each other.
They tell us to focus on the rocky times and ask ourselves is it all worth it. But I see in your eyes, they betray you, and I suspect you see it mine as well the love that still burns in our hearts for each other.
They tell us these things I believe, and I suspect you do as well because deep down they are jealous of what we have.
A passion for each other that is truly uncontrollable.
A love for each other that is truly special
A mental connection so powerful that words are not required to express our feelings for one another
We were meant to be together
We are stronger as us than as you and me
So, let them talk, because I know, and I suspect you do as well that together there is nothing we can’t overcome.
You looked at me and asked, had I ever had a love that I was sure was real? What if it wasn’t? What if the other person only said they loved you? How would you know the difference between true love and just words?
I was puzzled but you continued. When love was first conceived you said it was pure, it never gave up, never lost faith, was always hopeful and endured through every circumstance. It was that pure love that first bonded together couples. But over time people corrupted it, used it for their own gains and selfish purposes. They told others they loved them when in fact they never did. Those who have been hurt and allowed that experience to remain with them will never be free to experience true love again. But it has been said that true love will return to those who open their hearts to it and there are those of us who have spent our entire lives looking for it. Then you took my hand and said when I first saw you I knew immediately. Knew what I asked? That you were the one you said. I was still bitter and guarded from the last one, afraid to truly commit, but you waited patiently. You said you did so because you believe that the search for true love was over for both of us.
I looked at you and asked what are you trying to tell me that I can protect my heart from being hurt again? No, you said with a smile when I’m ready to commit my heart to you I won’t have to.
You know what I love about us? It’s never having to ask if you love me. Now that’s true love. With others I had to ask and while they would say of course I do. Did they really? Maybe they thought they did, but it wasn’t true love. It wasn’t that love you search your whole life for and you’re lucky if you find it.
With you I never had to ask if you would be there always. With others I had to. You know why? Because I couldn’t really be sure. And when a little rain fell you know what? They weren’t.
I know what we have without having to ask because every minute of every day your actions make it crystal clear, tomorrow and every tomorrow after that rain or shine, good or bad when I wake your face will be the first one I see.
What about those who have to ask? I would say they shouldn’t. They should simply enjoy the moment. But they should also understand that the person they’re with at that moment is only that, a person they’re with at that moment, nothing more nothing less. But that’s cool, everyone can’t have what we have. True love is not meant to be found in every relationship, but every relationship can bring happiness. I Just hope they treat each relationship in their heart and in their mind accordingly and at the end of the day they’ll be alright Who knows maybe they’ll get lucky enough to find what we have.
It was a long workday followed by an unusually brutal commute. Exhausted I stood in front of my door and suddenly I was overcome with a sense of happiness. Happy to be home? No, that’s not it. Sure this day was rough but no more than hundreds of days before it. So, what was it? I know, it was because on the other side of the door she was there. Ever since she’s been on the other side of the door it wasn’t just a door, it’s the door to a home, a door I looked forward to opening all day. An ordinary door she had transformed into a door to my heart. It was with that realization I turned the key and opened the door and there she stood and I knew I was home.