When I First Met You I Never Thought You Were Going To Mean The World To Me
When I first met you, I never thought that we were going to end up here — with so many memories, with so many inside jokes and stolen moments.
When I first met you, I never thought you were going to mean the world to me.
See, when I first met you, you were just another person — just another face. You were just another name, another human being who I had been quickly introduced to in passing, another “hello,” another awkward smile; another laugh shared between simple questions and friendly looks.
When I first met you, I never could have imagined that we were going to talk all night. That you were going to show up at my house with the rest of my friends, and wake me up just to carry on our conversation. When I first met you, I never thought that I would have been sitting beside you in my too-small twin bed, as the sun started to rise, talking about my family, and yours; talking about my dreams, and yours; slowly seeing something unbelievably big unfolding before me with every word, with every truth.
When I first met you, I never thought that we were going to end up here — with so many memories, with so many inside jokes and stolen moments. When I first met you, I never imagined that you would carefully break down my guard, that you would make an effort that far exceeded any expectation of mine. I never thought that you were going to slowly start to mean the world to me.
But you did. You did; and soon you became more than just a face, more than just a passing hello and an awkward laugh. Over time you became an incredible part of my reality, an awe-inspiring part of my life. You became the person I run to when I am sad, the person I confide in when I need guidance and reassurance. Before my eyes, you became the person who made me believe in love again, the heart that made me believe in my own heart’s strength once more. Without question, you became my best friend, you became my hope.
And isn’t that beautiful? To think that somehow we ended up exactly where we needed to be in order to bump into each other that night. Isn’t it beautiful? To think that all of our decisions led us to that moment, to that space, to our future — to each other. 
Read more writing like this in Bianca Sparacino’s book Seeds Planted In Concrete here.
