“The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our souls and brings peace to our minds. That’s what I hope to give you forever.”
– Nicolas Sparks
I’m often silent on social media when it comes to my affection, my feelings for my significant other. My partner, my boyfriend.
He is the one more likely to take a photo of us than I would. He is more likely to be able to describe us with metaphors, despite him being the artist, and I the writer.
It is not because I want to hide him and the part he plays in my life; quite the opposite, I want to share that with the world.
But I am often silent because I could never find the words appropriate enough to describe how important he is to me. He once asked me if I could ever describe the way I think who he is, and I replied that I wasn’t sure – and if I could, it might not be for years.
Because how do you start explaining how you feel to the man you never expected to fall in love with?
I never expected to fall in love with a man I enjoy having philosophical discussions at 8 o’clock in the morning on the way to uni. I never expected to fall in love with a man, whose imagination colours his story so that I get lost in them.
A man who, when I doubted myself, reminded me to believe in myself. When I’ve been down, he’s made me laugh.
A man who willingly sat through my brokenness and darkness, and helped me become a little bit more whole. A man who challenges me to be a better person.
A man who without judgement or negativity, and with such large patience, holds onto me when my anxiety causes a breakdown.
A man who loves me for who I am.
Last year, in a year surrounded by darkness, I found a man I never expected to fall in love with. Yet fall in love with him I did, and it’s made me a better person for it.