I look into his eyes that happily look back at me
And I wonder to myself “How the hell did I get so lucky?”
I went into senior year determined to give up on my search for love.
I felt like it was nothing more than a three letter word that carried unnecessary meaning.
It was overrated and I shut my heart down for good.
But somehow this sneaky little robber stole my heart away.
He is the Greatest thing that ever happened to me.
He is Everything I’ll ever need.
He is the Only one for me.
He is Geovanni.
Just when I was ready to give up, I found my soul-mate without even looking.
Whenever I think about the first time we met
I can’t help but think that a woman often called Fate pushed us to be together.
Out of all the people in the school, why were you the one to approach me?
It seemed almost unnatural how quickly I considered you a friend
How I felt like I knew you for years
How quickly I could come to you to complain
We saw nothing more of each other than friends but Fate wouldn’t let it end there.
She cast a spell on you that granted you the stealth and compassion to steal my heart away.
Amazingly, I have no fear.
Although my heart was stolen, I know that it’s safe in his steady hands.
What I’ve realized is that all my past relationships, all my past mistakes were preparing me for him.
And I know that I’m only seventeen and that what I’m feeling could be nothing more than infatuation
But something is different about him.
I know I’ve said this a few times before
But now, I know for sure.
Each person I’ve been with has always been half of what I’ve wanted my dream guy to be.
We either lacked an emotional connection or a physical one.
Thinking that my dream guy didn’t exist and that he was nothing more than a pigment of my imagination,
I tolerated less than I deserved.
After all, “We accept the love with think we deserve.”
Then I met Geo and everything made sense.
He is that part of me I shelter from the world.
He is that piece of me that never gave up on love.
He is that side of me that doesn’t mind showing vulnerability.
He is me.
There’s no one else more perfect for me.
No one who understands me better than he does
But sometimes I find myself pushing him away because it doesn’t seem real
Like this love is so real, it has to be fake.
But I know it isn’t.
My heart tells me so.
And in this moment,
When I look into his eyes that smile happily back at me,
I wonder to myself “How the hell did I get so lucky?”
I can feel his gaze transporting my body into a place where we only know.
Somewhere past all the paranoia
Somewhere past all the fear
A place where I know that his love is real.