My eyes light up the moment I see him. My heart skips a beat and squeals with delight as I rush into his arms. Ah…the feeling of being in his arms, that warmth, that comfort, that amazing sense of security. A certain powerful force of attraction draws me towards him each and every time we meet; his enticing charm never fails to grab my attention.
What I am most proud about is that ours wasn’t the clichéd ‘love at first sight’ situation. We have been together since as long as I can remember. We started off as childhood buddies with occasional fights and separations, but as and when time passed by, our love for each other grew stronger, and now I can’t go a day without him.
We aren’t so popular with my parents though. They scowl and clench their fists furiously every time they see me with him (which is, unfortunately for them, quite often).
“I hope you’re not with him” come concerned shouts from downstairs.
“Of course not!” I lie conveniently, as I playfully rest in his arms.
What they don’t realise is the immense strength of our bonding, nothing can ever break us apart; we are one of those rare couples who are meant for each other. No trust issues, no misunderstandings, no problems that couples usually have, the two of us are simply perfect together. My parents are the ones who introduced him to me and I thank them so dearly for that.
I think it’s high time that I announce our relationship to the entire world officially, everyone must know about my love. So if there are any authors out there looking for a perfect love story, feel free to write about us, it’ll be a bestseller I can assure you that.
So here goes. I love you with all my heart; I always have and always will. You complete me, you have made me who I am today, you are the one who gives me strength to face each new day, and you are the one who makes me feel extremely special. I love how I end each day with you; it makes the whole day’s work worthwhile. My brain and my heart are at war each morning when the time comes to break our embrace and go our own separate ways for the day. And in the end, my heart reluctantly lets go of you, but your memories keep me fascinated throughout the day and the slightest mention of your name makes me blush a deep red. I shudder to think of life without you, the mere thought brings tears to my eyes, and without you life would feel just so wrong. In a year we will have to separate and it will be on rare occasions that we will get to meet. How will I survive without you my dear bed?