I Can't Get Up When You're Gone...
One long year.
Exactly a year ago today I met him.
His amazing smile and personality walked into my life.
We hit it off quickly. After meeting at Seths' party we began talking online.
Soon we had a phone conversation and knew well that we would get along.
He was always so friendly. I always would smile when he came to mind.
Helping me through many tough times, our bond grew stronger each day.
After ups and downs with crushes and other relationships, we got together.
April 22nd was the happiest day for me. I couldn't stop squeeing and smiling.
I loved him so much, yet had always been afraid to tell him.
Finally after we got together, I had a chance to tell him straight-out how I felt for him.
It had been so many long months of confusing crushes and other relationships.
Lots of ups and downs. The relief of finally having him just for me was spectacular.
I didn't have to worry about him running off and being happy with someone else.
I was ecstatic to be called his girlfriend. He was the best.
We got together, knowing I was leaving, realizing it would make things so hard.
Friends told me I was stupid for setting myself up to be broken-hearted.
I tell myself I was living in the moment, when I said yes, I was thinking with my heart.
My emotions overruled my head and two amazing months later, I am the luckiest girl in the world.
The 'Yes.' I said to him when we got together was not stupidity at all.
It was pure love. Straight from the heart.
Exactly one year later, there we stood in a strong embrace, tearing rolling down our cheeks.
We'd grown so much together and I wasn't ready to say goodbye.
Holding him tight I reminded him that if he ever needed me I'd be right there, in his heart.
We kissed and hugged and cried. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing I'd ever done.
He's done more than change my life. He lives in my soul.
Every move I make, I think of him. Breathing within me, somehow, he speaks to me.
Telling me I'm strong enough to push through this.
That he'll always be right there with me. Reminding me that he loves me.
I won't let my parents' decisions make me another statistic.
This will be hard, but I'll do it. And I'll do it with him right next to me.
All of you in my heart too, of course.
(Sorry for the rant, might not be much connection between sentences...But I needed to get this out. I'll be writing a lot within the next...well, just for a long time.)
Exactly a year ago today I met him.
His amazing smile and personality walked into my life.
We hit it off quickly. After meeting at Seths' party we began talking online.
Soon we had a phone conversation and knew well that we would get along.
He was always so friendly. I always would smile when he came to mind.
Helping me through many tough times, our bond grew stronger each day.
After ups and downs with crushes and other relationships, we got together.
April 22nd was the happiest day for me. I couldn't stop squeeing and smiling.
I loved him so much, yet had always been afraid to tell him.
Finally after we got together, I had a chance to tell him straight-out how I felt for him.
It had been so many long months of confusing crushes and other relationships.
Lots of ups and downs. The relief of finally having him just for me was spectacular.
I didn't have to worry about him running off and being happy with someone else.
I was ecstatic to be called his girlfriend. He was the best.
We got together, knowing I was leaving, realizing it would make things so hard.
Friends told me I was stupid for setting myself up to be broken-hearted.
I tell myself I was living in the moment, when I said yes, I was thinking with my heart.
My emotions overruled my head and two amazing months later, I am the luckiest girl in the world.
The 'Yes.' I said to him when we got together was not stupidity at all.
It was pure love. Straight from the heart.
Exactly one year later, there we stood in a strong embrace, tearing rolling down our cheeks.
We'd grown so much together and I wasn't ready to say goodbye.
Holding him tight I reminded him that if he ever needed me I'd be right there, in his heart.
We kissed and hugged and cried. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing I'd ever done.
He's done more than change my life. He lives in my soul.
Every move I make, I think of him. Breathing within me, somehow, he speaks to me.
Telling me I'm strong enough to push through this.
That he'll always be right there with me. Reminding me that he loves me.
I won't let my parents' decisions make me another statistic.
This will be hard, but I'll do it. And I'll do it with him right next to me.
All of you in my heart too, of course.
(Sorry for the rant, might not be much connection between sentences...But I needed to get this out. I'll be writing a lot within the next...well, just for a long time.)