I was young.
I didn’t know much of love.
Only that I wanted it, needed it.
With every fiber of my girlish body,
I desired something I didn’t know how to describe.
I thought I’d find a handsome boy
With broad shoulders and a broader grin.
But I met you first.
I thought I’d meet a man who my mother would love
And my father would respect.
But I met you first.
I thought I’d get a man who would sweep me off my feet,
Who would think the stars and moon of me.
But I met you first.
With your sideways grin
That was more often a grimace.
And the way my mother couldn’t understand what you were saying.
You taught me what it really means to love.
It means to desire so deeply
Nothing they do or say can drive you away.
It means to cares so completely and utterly for their well being
That even thought they drive you INSANE!
You stay.
It means tearing each other apart in mind
But caring enough to never touch the heart.
Because you love them.
You love them so much that the annoying way they chew is okay.
You love them so much that you will always be behind them, no matter how dumb their actions were.
You love them so much that you would put up with them forever.
That’s what love is.
Love is hating them but not letting anyone else hate them because you love them.
You see every flaw and imperfection,
But when anyone tries to point them out you are at the defense.
Yes I thought I knew what love was.
I thought I wanted love.
I realize now that I had
No
Idea.
So now I know what love is.
You taught me how to love,
How to be in love,
The very fiber and stitch of love.
And now?
Now I realize I need it.
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