This was how I felt when I first met you. New love blossomed in my heart like a budding spring flower. Life’s possibilities were endless, like I could go anywhere, or do anything, with you and only you. My endless loneliness disappeared and was forgotten, in you I had found the companion of my life, the other lost half of my soul. A wondrous, delicate, strong human being, who was the opposite of what I had always imagined I wanted, yet everything I could ever need. As I wandered, my days filled with emptiness, yearning for something just out of reach, tendrils of hope brushed against an unforeseen soul, wandering as I was, so near to me, but just out of reach. You were waiting for me to find you, as you were wandering your own journey, and I stumbled into your path. Through the twists and turns of fate, luck and coincidence, you came to me, and you fell into the puzzle of my life as the final missing piece. With you I found someone who knew me, before we had ever met. I found someone who loved me, without needing to know why. Someone who held my hand, laughed at my jokes, and made me feel like I was the most important person on earth. I couldn’t have been more myself, it would have been impossible, because you were part of me, an extension of my own being, simultaneously a separate entity, but inextricably linked to me. Your kisses captivated me, through your lips on mine you found my heart, and I was yours. You kissed me in the doorway, which in my mind has come to be remembered as the pivotal point of my life, as I turned from being alone, to being complete. With every smile I fell deeper into you, your loveliness swallowing my very essence. With every laugh, my ears rejoiced like children at Christmas. Each time you looked into my eyes with your golden orbs, I died and was reborn into you. Your love defined me, my love defined you, and we became defined together, unified in boundless wonder and opportunity. Each day our love grew, nurtured by passion, affection, undying sympathy, empathy and the unification of a new love. Truly, it could not have been a new love, it must have been an old love, and we knew it. There was no way on this earth that we knew, that we could feel so connected to each other, having just met in this life. There were a million lives before this one in which we spent our days together, we were sure. New love or old, ignited or reignited, we grew, we ran, we swam through the oceans of our days, holding each other through everything. Through our tears, joys, sorrows and fears, we swam together, braving each new wave with the possibility of endless elation. My heart smiled every day, touched as it was by your tender affections, your romance and whimsy. You were and are the sunlight of my hours, and the days untouched by your rays are days not worth remembering.  

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I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.

(via twohoneybees)