I’ve lost more times than I can count in the short space of time I have lived my life. The endless repeated cycle of loosing hope and more often than not, my mind, to the tiresome years of being an adolescent. I guess in some respects I have also won. I have loved someone with my whole heart, body and soul, and had the magnificent pleasure of having them love me back. How can I even begin to make you understand how I lived my life before him, everything was an endless game. Drugs, drink, depression and young guys whispering sweet nothings being the main components I honestly didn’t care about anybody, and I can safely say I didn’t care what happened to me. I was on one way trip to self destruction and ruin.
But then I met him.
It was a slow transition, but an easy one. I found my home. I found my light in the dark. In all honesty I would have followed him to all four corners of the earth just to be with him. It was an unlikely match to say the least, but everything felt good when I was around him. The world didn’t seem like such an awful place with a warm hand to hold, and his smile to guide me the way. It’s amazing what love can do to a person. It can warm the coldest of hearts and give a once lost soul a meaning to life. It’s amazing what he did to me. He made me love not only him, but myself. He kissed every inch of me and reminded me it is okay to not be okay. He reminded me that it will get better.
I can honestly say that I would have spent the rest of my life with him. I guess we were both just scared of the rest of our lives.
I hope you’re happy.
I’m not bitter anymore.