Today I told you that you’re my person, and you questioned me. Rightfully so based on what we’ve been going through.
Why do I know ?
We built an instant connection.
You brought peace to my life.
It wasn’t about the sex.
It was about the touch.
The sparkle in your eyes when you were proud of me.
The way you smiled any time I walked your way.
Watching you stare at me as I had conversations with other people.
How you bragged to people about how I loved you.
It was those nights you’d pray for me while I slept.
The awkward moments in our intimacy that only we could have and laugh about
Those days I doubted myself and you pushed me
Our jokes
Our fights
Our random dances
Our goofy moments in the car
How you listened to my demons and didn’t judge me.
How you wanted nothing but to be next to me.
We didn’t have to do anything.
We didn’t even have to talk.
I am drawn to you in a way I never been drawn to anyone before.
It makes me question have I ever been in love at all until I met you ?
I feel it in my gut.
When I look at you.
I don’t see just another woman.
I don’t see my girlfriend.
I don’t see my wife.
I don’t see the mother of my child.
When I look at you I see home.
I see peace.
I see what I been waiting for my whole life.
I see the most perfect definition of what love is.
When I look at you I see
My princess
My person
….my soulmate.
About the Creator
Godson
I finally found a place where I can openly speak my mind through my writing.
"Letting go of my ego"
Shadows deep, where whispers lie, A soul entwined, where echoes cry. In veins, a dance of sorrow's bane, Where shadows dance in endless refrain.Each needle's touch, a fleeting bliss, Yet chains of darkness, tighter than this. In veins once pure, now rivers tainted, Where dreams once bright, now forever painted.The body trembles, a vessel frail, As heroin's grip, a merciless tale. With each inhale, a numbing shroud, Yet deeper within, a silent vow.The brain, a battlefield, neurons torn, Memories fade, like petals, worn. In dopamine's embrace, a false solace found, Yet truth be told, it binds, not unbounds.And what of the soul, once vibrant, free? Now shackled by this cruel decree. In shadows deep, it yearns to soar, Yet trapped within addiction's door.But hope remains, a flicker small, Within the heart's eternal hall. For even in the darkest night, A spark of light can ignite.So let us reach, for hands to hold, And break the chains, however bold. For in the journey, lies our fight, To reclaim the day, from darkest night.
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