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The Only 1.


The only 1

A lot of people say that you can't find "true love"

especially when you are 17 and you have no idea what is

going on

or what you are doing with your life

 

...but something in his hazel eyes tell me differently

maybe it was where I met him that drew me closer to him. 

Hiking through mountains with dirt and sweat on my body

Reaking of hardwork and pain of sleeping on rocks

 

And yet he still had a sparkle in his eye when the group peaked a mountain at 4:30 am

 

 

 

I can’t tell you how I began to fall in love with him

 

But what I can tell you is that love is nothing      like

                                                            

                                                     … kissing someone and feeling “fireworks”

                                                     … loving EVERY single part of them

 

love is seeing the scars and battles they have been through and wanting to carry them as your own

 

hoping that they never feel pain or suffer loss

 

wanting to hold them as tight as you can till they feel better

till the tears are all cried out

and sure.

You know he is strong.

He has to stick himself hundreds of times with a needle in the span of one week cause there is something faulty about his pancreas

 

and you don’t get it

you don’t get it at all

how his flaws could be so easily seen from the outside

with a pump                                           and a site that checks his glucose levels

 

sticking              out                                                                from his side

 

but he is still the most perfect person you have ever seen in your life

 

how does he carry so much? You wonder

 

while also holding you in his arms tighter than you thought possible

 

you’re unsure

 

but you definitely don’t want him letting you go….

 

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