disgustingly, appallingly, horridly in love.

Slowly I've begun to remember who I am. Rediscovering a heart I had set aside as unappreciated. The world around me seems to change shape and the colors all become vivid, begging to be noticed. I can breathe without the weight of wondering why I take each breath. The tendency to lose myself into another person no longer seems to be a possibility. As it turns out, the right person by your side will hold you up and encourage your true self to shine. My life should be complicated and frightening right now, but most of the time it is not. I feel at peace for the first time possibly ever. I wake up excited and filled with an eager joy to live my life. Each and every breath has become the gift I've been told i should treat it as. Life has a purpose, a meaning, a plan I can't explain but am now so very aware of. My mind fills with concepts that are deemed silly and childish, yet I refuse to censor myself. My soul has found solace and over-analyzing that into a logic that pleases the skeptically concerned onlookers does not serve me. Love is not meant to be contained in a definition or time frame. Love is not a concept to be explained in words. It is clearly a feeling and it overcomes me right now. It flows through me in a way I had assumed was only possible in fantasy. It transcends the rules and helps me to see a whole new path in front of me. I want to go forward knowing who I am and discovering what else I will become. I want to do those things with your hand in mine, with my trust in you. Knowing that who I am is enough, is accepted, is celebrated. I dreamt of you, I begged for you, I knew exactly what I wanted and needed without any idea what body to find that soul in. You knew. You found me in a moment I had given up hope and restored it. You could see through my pain and into the person that used to live there. If it ended tomorrow I wouldn't regret a second, but I could stay in this place forever.