Or rather, we found each other.
I can honestly say I have never been this happy in my life. Everything he is, and everything he makes me feel, I once believed could only exist in my dreams, or in romantic movies or novels.
He is the sweetest berry on the vine.
He is my No.1 Hit.
He is my prince.
The one I've been waiting for.
The apple of my eye.
The sunshine of my life.
My twin flame.
My soulmate.
My missing puzzle piece.
I spent the last few months getting my act together, pursuing my career in music, achieving independence financially and socially, realizing that I do quite well on my own. I stopped looking. And that's usually how it happens, right? You find love when you least expect it.
I hadn't given up on Love, I never have and I never will. But I came to terms with the fact that maybe there wasn't anyone on this side of the world that would be suitable for me romantically. I decided to put that priority aside for now, and focus on other aspects in my life that would strengthen me.
Then, I met him. I tried to play it cool and I did it so well that he thought I wasn't interested. (those relationship books taught me well) We clicked instantly and although this is still our 'honeymoon period', I really want to make this work.
Sure, I'm scared. Scared of hurting him, scared of getting hurt. But we can't get enough of each other. I asked the universe to bring me a like-minded passionate soul and that's exactly what he is. Essentially, he is the male version of me, with a few differences but shockingly identical in almost every other way.
He melted my plastic heart and created a puddle of endorphins, pheromones and happy sighs. He empowers me and makes me wanna be a better person. I feel invincible.
I used to laugh in disbelief at chick flicks, snigger at cheesy love songs, roll my eyes at affectionate couples but silently yearn for a special someone.
Now I have him.
And I've become a mushy love ball full of warm fuzzy feelings.
Imagine eating chocolate-covered marshmallows.
Imagine watching the sun rise.
Imagine standing on the seashore and feeling the waves wash over your feet.
Imagine hearing your favourite song.
Imagine watching the sun set.
Imagine finding out you just won the lottery.
Imagine taking a warm bubble bath with bath salts of your favourite scent.
Imagine the smell of freshly baked cookies.
Imagine waking up early on a rainy day and realizing you can sleep in.
Imagine the sweetness and warmth of a hot chocolate on a cold day, while you sit in front of the fireplace.
Put all these lovely feelings together, and that's how I feel every morning when I wake up.
Because I finally have a companion who likes me for being me.
'You think I'm pretty without any make-up on.
You think I'm funny when I tell the punch-line wrong,
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down.'
You said it Katy Perry.
Bob Marley once said "Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for."
There is no such thing as a perfect relationship. I know this honeymoon period will eventually morph into normalcy and he claims that's when I'll 'get sick of his face.'
I vow to make this work because he is most definitely worth it.
All the bad dates, failed relationships, meaningless flings, and walks of shame seem to disappear into a pit of my past.
He completes me.
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