It attracted me like a magnet, this place. When I had one of those moments that pushes everyone around me away, I used to take walks, hoping that my legs would carry me somewhere far away and I wouldn't turn back. Yet I always did. I don't know why, but maybe it was because I had nowhere else to go. No one else to lean on when my own legs broke apart from beneath me and left me motionless. I couldn't count on anyone and I hadn't learned that until it was too late.
At one point in my life, I felt like everyone was out to get me. I felt like I did something wrong and I was just on the run. Everything around me was a part of some plan that would soon destroy any sense of mind I had.
But when I met him, everything changed. I still had my conspiracies but after awhile none of that had mattered. Only how we instantly connected with a single look into each other's eyes. We knew one another. We've seen each other before, but not in this life. Only the life that we yearned for once before. Before everything collapsed and we could only count on pain to make everything else seem like little problems that would dissolve as we grew older.
But now, we had love. Something people thought they knew everything about. They think love is when two people just can't stay away from each other, constantly talking and annoying the fuck out of the people surrounding them, love at first sight is how it starts. But no. They have it all wrong. Love means when you can accept a person with all their failures, stupidities, ugly points and, nonetheless you see perfection in imperfection itself. It's when two people touch each other's souls. it's honesty and trust, helping one another, mutual respect. Love means that differences can be worked out, it's reaching your dreams together.
It's the connection of two hearts.
I've never had love before. It's different with your family. They are supposed to love you, that's just how it is. No one knows what another person goes through behind closed doors. You can see them one way, but when they turn around, tears brim their eyes because they wish they had the life you live. Friends to hang out with, the many possibilities of a boy actually liking you, living the easy life. If you wanted your parents to leave you alone, they would. But them, they're misunderstood. Their actions define who they are. A person hiding behind something because they don't want any help from anyone who hasn't been through any damage.
I did. Finally, after all these years of pain and being hurt by the people who look deep into your soul and say 'I Love You', there was one person who actually meant it. Who stuck with me through the thick and thin. Blood, sweat, and tears was settled through everything we had. We had love, we had something no one could take from us. We had the say. Everything was just...perfect.