I know that we all have certain ideas in our head about what it means to fall in love. We the kind of the love that we pictured since we were kids, that we thought about and then over thought about. But the thing is when we meet the right person, or at least the one we think is the right one, we don’t really have a choice.
We’re in it no matter what our head tells us, no matter how unrealistic or silly it might seem to everyone else. We are just so sure. And that’s who you were to me.
You knew just what to say to make me believe you.
You knew just what I wanted to hear, all the things that I was scared of you, you made me forget all of that. Because of you, I finally opened up. I finally let all my walls come falling down. It wasn’t for myself. It was for you. Because I thought, just this once, that I got it right. That I wasn’t making it all up.
You had my heart, and for a really long time, I thought that it was safe with you.
It didn’t end all at once. It was a slow letdown. I kept holding on. For whatever reason made the most sense at the time. I was sure that if I just stuck it out, you could see that I was the one for you. That my heart and your heart were the same.