I’m finally ready to meet you. I finally solved everything I had to deal with. I stared into my loneliness eyes and I faced it. I fought. I bled and I survived.
He was responsible for my pain. He was a two-faced narcissist in disguise who tricked me and made a fool out of me. He was the reason I lost faith in people, in men.
My heart was wounded and my soul was hurt. I had no reason to live; I didn’t want to live.
My walls became my sanctuary. I thought as long as I stay in there, no one can hurt me. I’m safe.
My life was passing in solitude, in despair, just because he decided to play a game with me. He was bored and I was such good entertainment until he got bored again.
Then he tossed me away like a used pair of shoes. You know those ‘shoes’ he wanted so badly were once brand new. They were shining on a pedestal in a window shop.
Everyone wanted them but couldn’t afford them and no one could get them, except him.
So, he wore them every day he felt like it. He scratched them; he walked through mud; he walked in them when it was raining, snowing.
Every time he needed them, they were there for him. They never let him down.
And when he got tired of them, he tossed them in the trash with no remorse, with no feelings whatsoever.
Although my spirit was broken, I found the strength to find a reason to go on living. I decided that no one has the right to tell me what to do.
I decided I’m the only creator of my happiness. I decided he doesn’t matter. And then I met you.
From that moment on, my life made sense. It sounds cheesy I know, but it really did. Everything was as it was supposed to be.
I was looking for flaws. I was looking for those dark traits I always read about, but…no, I found none of them.
I kept waiting for the moment when everything will fall apart, the moment when you’ll show me your real face, but guess what?
I was looking at your true self all along, your beautiful true self.
I know I want to tell you how much I love you. I want to tell you why I want you to be my first, my last, my everything.
I want you to be my last everything because I don’t want to spend any more nights with no one else but you. I want to wake up to your adorable face.
I want to feel you next to me when I sleep.
I want you to hug me and hold me in your arms when I have nightmares, when I sweat in horror when my past haunts me and I don’t want to live anymore.
I want to wake up an inch from your mouth, feeling your warm breath on my face.
I want you to be my last everything because no one else will goof around just to make me laugh when I have had a bad day.
No one else will tackle me down on the floor and tickle me until I beg them to stop.
No one else will make silly faces and do stupid voices just to cheer me up. No one else will make me laugh at hilariously stupid jokes.
I want you to be my last everything because I’m always the one who laughs the loudest when you tell jokes.
They are sometimes not even that funny, but they are funny to me, and they will always be. No one has the power to make me laugh like you do.
I want you to be my last everything because no one talks to me when I sleep. No one ever did that; no one ever noticed that I talk in my sleep.
But, you did because every night we go to bed, you make sure that I fall asleep first. You watch over me, you make sure that I’m safe.
No one ever did that. No one knew I’m a sleep talker, but you did. No one ever talked to me while I sleep, but you did.
I want you to be my first, my last, my everything. I want you to be my first true love.
I want you to be the last breath I take. I want you to be my everything.