Happy 6 Months.
Half a year. Half a year I’ve come to love you, and rely on you, and treasure you as my closest friend and companion.
I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. I feel like in 6 months we’ve built up a complex bridge of memories, and happiness, and sadness, and mistakes between us. A whole lifetime of feelings exploding within such a small frame of time. This is beautiful to me. This is everything to me.
On our 6 months, I want you to know that it’s okay to get overwhelmed and worried. I am here. I am always here. I don’t leave the people I’ve accepted into my most intimate realm. I can’t even when I try.
You are a part of me now, be it for better or worse.
On our 6 months, I want you to know that I am always thinking of you. I always wonder what you wonder. Like a child I look at you through curious eyes, thirsting for your answers. You are still a secret to me, and I long to spend my life figuring you out.
On our 6 months, I look back at what has taken us to where we are, and I am at peace. I am in love with what we are. I am in love with the choices we’ve made and the battles we’ve fought and the grounds we’ve covered. I am in love with you.
On our 6 months, I see where we can go, but I don’t want to picture a thing anymore. I want to discover whatever life we can dig up together, and embrace it. I want us to share this life together, whatever this life may be.
On our 6 months I smile and realize you are someone who has affected me like no other. I don’t want to live my life around you or for you or in spite of you. In fact, I want to live it with you. With you right beside me. My best friend.
Why am I the only one who feels this way. What could you have been feeling that made you betray all of our feelings as you have?