Dear Elizabeth,
There are many things that don't make sense,
At least not in my head,
It's the kind of things that defy who I am,
It's been a while since I've written about love,
And I really want you to know what love is,
Love is the way she denies that there is something wrong,
But after a while, she lets down her walls,
Love is how I know she's smirking after a certain remark,
And how she chuckles when I tell her she's naughty and bad,
Love is giving in to her adorable pouty lips,
Laughing at each other like little kids,
Loving is reminding her of how proud I am,
Because without realizing it, she's learned to love herself again,
Love is knowing why she cries in the middle of the night,
Knowing every scar that, on her, has been left behind,
It is knowing the things that keep her up so late,
Haunting her while she's still wide awake,
Love is comforting her,
Helping her fight her own battles,
And standing behind so she won't get hurt,
Making sure I prevent the wounds that are lateral,
Love is not being able to breathe the same,
Her smile making my heart accelerate,
Love is realizing that no matter how we came to be,
Whether we'd met in April or not,
Whether we'd chosen to control our feelings or not,
We would still be destined to meet,
The funny thing is that I don't believe in fate,
Nor do I believe in something called destiny,
I believe in the truth and facts,
And the fact is that no matter what,
She would've still entered in my life,
Perhaps not in the way she did,
Giving me all those crazy feelings and making me question what I thought I felt for her,
Perhaps we would have met in class,
Where she would walk in with her hoodie and basketball shorts on,
And I would smile,
Starting the conversation by saying "I like your style,"
Or maybe, maybe we would meet at a park,
Where she would be playing basketball,
And I would stop to watch,
Forgetting that I'm supposed to be walking my dog,
It doesn't make sense, it's like fire and ice,
Knowing that I don't care how or why,
How or why we are where we are,
But I do care,
I care because I love her,
Even if she's almost two thousand miles away,
Because she came into my life,
And shook my world from side to side,
Because the most beautiful words and feeling is when I say I love you,
And she says she loves me more,
Then I say I am way more in love with you,
And we continue on and on with our never ending war,
As I reach the conclusion of this,
I realize that I sound like a fool in love,
And I can't be blamed,
Because when you get a girl like her,
She will always deserve a love at its best,
I love her,
And she loves me,
Me as I am,
With my imperfections and flaws,
And I know for a fact that this all so much better than any dream.
-E.