To my Significant Other

I’ve finally met her.

She, took my hand, when I was drowning

Not in water, but sadness and humiliation.

She resuscitates me, not by giving me breath, but by taking my breath away.

She smiled, face flushed red, her heart, is greater than great.

Have any of you felt this way?

If this the true feeling of love, then let me love her forever.

I still get butterflies when I see her.

What used to be a grey void, is now the greenest garden, with the bluest skies.

And I could easily lose my mind, not of insanity, but how perfectly she sits next to my heart.

But what’s her story?

She buries her mother in her heart.

She walked through the driest desert.

She’s been torn apart, holding on to ropes that has already snapped.

Her hands were tattered and bruised from holding on too long.

So she decided to let go, and let God.

Who is she now?

She is now proudly mine, her battle scars are healing, her heart is no longer bleeding.

If my heart has a kingdom, she has conquered it, she is the Queen, and she rules it.

If you are reading this, my Significant Other, I thank you, for giving me happiness.

Let’s appreciate the now, because yesterday is History, tomorrow is a Mystery, and today, is a Gift. That is why it is called Present.


“There is a saying: yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.” – Master Oogway.