the morning after i told you i loved you. 

sorry that i sort of just put that on you last night. but i just had this feeling that i had to tell you, and those feelings are never wrong.

one thing i know: when it comes to love, there is no such thing as perfect timing. it decides the timing for us, and sometimes we just have to let it take the reigns.

you came crashing into my world, with your magic and power, and you changed everything about how i see the world. you determined my fate. that single walk, those few minutes were the catalyst for a shift in, well, everything.

i didn’t want to love you. at least i thought i didn’t. i’ve spent so much time trying to explain and understand you. i’ve written about you, i’ve relived those moments with you that week, searching desperately for answers that were actually within me.

as i wrote yesterday, “on the journey to understand you i began to understand myself.” and that is the greatest gift that anyone could ever give someone. so, whatever happens, whether i die tomorrow and never see you again or we spend the rest of our lives together, thank you for that gift. 

because, thanks to you, i know what real, raw, unconditional, untainted, pure love looks like. and now i know what to look for.

i’ve had soulmates in the past. all of my closest friends now are. but you, you little devil, you were different. you happened faster. you happened more suddenly. when you came crashing down from the heavens (who the fuck knows that that means) my world was completely and entirely and permanently and perfectly changed.

please know, i don’t need anything from you. you should feel no pressure from me to do anything, ever. who knows what happens. who knows what you feel. i won’t pretend to have any idea what’s best for you, and i certainly won’t pretend to have any idea what’s best for myself.

but, now, i’ve said my piece. i’ve done my part. i’ve made my art. 

what will you do?