When you tell me you love me, my heart skips a beat. The teenage girl in me comes to life. It takes me back to that place and time, to the very first time you said those words.
When you tell me you love me, time seems to stop for a moment. It’s as if the world has no one else in it but you and me. Like we can conquer everything together. That we are all we need. As if that’s all that matters.
When you tell me you love me, I feel blessed. Blessed to have you in my life. Blessed to have the one great love everyone dreams of, but not everyone gets the chance to find.
When you tell me you love me, you validate what I already know. It reminds me of all the things you’ve done and given up for me. The small things, the big things. How you did and continue to do things for me without me asking.
When you tell me you love me, the sun seems to shine a bit brighter. The world appears a little more vibrant. The future looks more promising.
When you tell me you love me, the storms become more tolerable. The winds become less harsh. The present becomes more certain and the past, a little less significant.
When you tell me you love me, everything else makes sense. Life makes sense. The hardships make sense. But most of all, my existence makes sense.
Up until this very moment I still have no idea what you loved, and continue to love about me. All I know is that, that love has put the all the broken pieces of my heart back together. That your love has made my life complete.
All I know is that your love is more than I can ever ask for.