When I met you, I felt lost instantly. Lost in your eyes and in your ideas and all the hope you held in your heart. It was overwhelming almost, but I was glad I had met you and there was nothing that could make me feel otherwise.
You viewed the world with hopeful eyes and you made everything in the world more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined. The sky became metaphors for opportunity and life itself. Coffee foam were clouds we consumed. I still remember laughing until I cried when you told me that; you just smiled.
With you, I found peace within myself and with the path I was on in life. It’s funny. I was lost in you, and that made me more sure of who I was and what I wanted.
You were the physical embodiment of ambition and I truly admired that. I think that’s what I loved most about you. I loved that you made me feel like I could be anything and anyone and that no matter what happened and what bumps came along, I would be okay as long as I found happiness in all the little things.
I don’t think there was ever a day that passed that I didn’t laugh or smile and I don’t think there was ever a day that I didn’t feel completely in love with you. Loving me was a choice you made every day, and I was thankful. I was thankful that I had you to open my eyes and I was thankful that you allowed me to completely lose myself. I was thankful that you showed me how to be happy.
I was lost in the enormous amount of love and passion and joy you made me feel, and I don’t think I ever enjoyed being lost as much.