I used to think true love was a fantasy. I level that I’d never reach. Then I met him. So kind, soft, and sweet Big, brown eyes. The type that were gentle and kind. Sweet, soft lips. The ones that captured my attention with just the slightest glimpse. We were always meant to be lovers, even though we didn’t know it then. He showed me love like no other. He listened to all my burdens. We fought our battles, we travelled rough seas, but loving each other has always been a breeze. He holds my chin high, he lifts me up. He squeezes me tight when the world feels too tough. My sweet, sweet lover. So kind and so pure. The one that affirms in me when I’m not feeling sure. The one who understands me and will always search to find more. I was sick with hatred, but his love was the cure.
