What can I say about the guy I love for more than four years? That I love the way he smiles, the way he laughs at me, the way he kisses me, the way he talks about anything that happened to him the whole day… and the list goes on, because I simply love everything about him. This four years we spent together is only a while, and I know that I haven’t yet given all the love that I can give for him; but I know I love him earnestly and dearly, and I’m willing to take the risks of loving too much.
Before he became mine, I know something’s missing within me. I feel so incomplete. I thought I’d never find a man who’ll love me for who I am. I thought I’d never find a man who’ll accept and love both the good and bad side of me. I thought I’d never find a man who’s willing to commit himself into a serious relationship. But then he came into my life and turned my thoughts the other way around. He came, and touched my life, and made me whole again.
I’ve never met and known a man like him. He’s so sweet, nice, loving, thoughtful, and caring, he makes me laugh, he makes me happy, he never fails to tell me, show me and make me feel how much I am loved, and beyond doubt he’s faithful and sincere. I feel secured and never doubted his actions in any way. I know these words are not enough to describe the entirety of him. He’s everything that I wanted and needed. There’s nothing more that I could ever ask for.
He is my brother, my best friend, my lover, my everything. I couldn’t imagine how my life would be so empty without him. Just the thought of losing him hurts more than I got hurt when letting go of my first love. Maybe he doesn’t know this, he is my inspiration; why I want to fulfill my dreams, why I want to go on with my life (though shit happens), and why I want to live long was all because of him. He is also my source of strength when everything turns bleak and whenever I am down. But then I realizead that my strength is also my weakness.
I just couldn’t help myself falling for him more and more as the days go by. It was that my world almost spun around him. He was all I hoped for to be with until the day that I’ll die. He was all I wished for, nothing more nothing less.
I was too certain to say that he is really meant for me, my soulmate, my destiny, that he’d be my future husband, the father of my kids, my partner for life. Again, he became my inspiration to have something to look forward to for the future. Thus, I realized the existence of my whole being.
But then, this certainty I have seems to become vague. Something suddenly changed. I gave everything to him, I thought things would still be the same. But it was not. I couldn’t find myself anymore, nor could I find myself in him. I feel incomplete, doubtful and insecure. I do not blame him, nor regret for giving everything out, but it’s just that after all that happened, day after day, my fear of losing him grows.
In the past months, I have been acting different lately (I know he noticed it too); I’ve become over-possessive with him, cranky, and short-tempered. I have been too selfish that I would want him to spill most of his attention to me. I am a paranoid. I know it’s not me at all, but I didn’t mean to be like that. I couldn’t help myself from thinking that he’s taking me for granted and many times I doubted his love for me. Why? Because knowing that I have given everything made me feel so insecure, and again, I felt that something’s missing in me – incomplete to be exact.
I could no longer find anything special nor wonderful in our relationship right now for we are stuck up in this sensual phase, we’re not growing together and I hate it. But what can I do? I can be wrong, but for him, I‘d do anything just to please him. I’d hold on to him (as long as I can) even though sometimes it hurts because I love him so much more than I love myself. I may sound stupid or foolish, but you just don’t know, you just don’t understand how I feel.
I do not know, even the slightest idea of what tomorrow will bring us together. But I’m just hoping that these insecurities will come to an end and I hope to bring back my old self – the one he used to know, the one he used to love. Or maybe, I’ll just have myself ready and expect the unexpected.
It’s not going to be easy, I know.
*I don’t know how to express these thoughts that linger me, this is my only way (i guess)*