A Love That You Run With

It’s become such a rarity nowadays to find someone to fall in love with and stay in love with. People seem to forget how beautiful it is to grow old with someone, to build and witness someone’s progression and to conquer obstacles as a team instead of facing them alone. There so much thrill in the comfortability and knowing someone like the back of your hand. 


I’ve never needed to fill my happiness with temporary people or things or places. I had always wanted something real, someone so genuine that they’re worth lasting a lifetime with. Someone who’s willing to invest the time and effort that’s needed to win instead of forfeiting when here’s no coming back. I understand that it’s nearly impossible nowadays to count on someone with all of your heart and soul. It’s more dangerous, more risky. But I’m not just in it for a reason, season or lifetime. I’m in it for all three. 


When I first laid my eyes on him, I saw a glimpse of my future. A future where I’d come running to you at the end of an exhausting day to take rogue in your warm cozy arms and rest my head on you like there is no care in the world, a future where’d you’d be the last thing my eye see at the end of each and everyday and the beginning of all my mornings for the rest of my life. 


When I first saw him, I had the strange feeling within my soul, something that I never had before. It was a feeling of safety, of warmth, of happiness and genuine joy. A moment that felt like an eternity of feelings. All it needed was one look, one heartbeat. That was all it needs to realize that I finally found my place; where I want to spend the rest of my life; home.


They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on the top of the head. I say that a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, lets you fly, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a Phoenix. The kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire. A love that burns, that flies. A love that you run with.