“Countless love stories have already been shared by the hearts that lived them. Neither yours nor mine is the most beautiful of them all. But you, in my love story, are beautiful enough”.
I still remember it. In fact, I’ve been listening to this song of yours a lot lately. Thanks for giving me this song.
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5rloiEeunWzu7qpw7g0vCz?si=5PMI23JNQQq15VvfrfJ-ww
Love might comes in many forms. It changes shape all the time, and you can find it almost anywhere. Tomorrow, it might be orange. The day after that, it could turn pink and come wrapped with a ribbon. Sometimes you'll find it sitting on a couch, waiting for you to stare at it for a little too long. Sometimes it doubles. Or triples. Or becomes five times as much. Until there is so much of it that my eyes can hardly keep count, and my heart feels like it might burst.
There are days when I struggle to carry it all. It's troublesome, really, having to bring it everywhere so the world remembers the person I love is you. I only have two hands. If I use both of them to hold all this love, I'm afraid I won't have any left to wrap around you when the world has been especially cruel and you need somewhere soft to rest. But my love comes in many forms. And if you ask for more, I'll always find room to make more. Because my love is spacious. And somehow, there is always enough of it for you.
Suddenly my life is worth living again because you're in it. Thank you, thank you for showing me that I deserve to be loved again. I'm in love with you. And I love that I'm in love with you. I love this feelings. The happiness when I think of you, the butterflies when you text me, the excitement I get when I know I'll get to see you. It's amazing. You're amazing and we are amazing, it's so beautiful to find you. The person who loves me the way I need to be loved. And after carrying all this love for some moments, I think it's time I told you where it has always belonged. It has always belonged to you.