Loving Him.

She loves him differently. She loves him like you love looking at rainbows, like you love singings songs in the shower like you love weekend mornings. She loves him like that. Like his eyes are the ones where she wants to get lost in like his smile is the only thing that keeps her smile alive, like his voice is the only thing she can never get tired of hearing, like his name, is the only thing that can make her heart happy, like he is the only one she needs by her side while looking at sunrises and sunsets.

Loving him is hard. It's like waking up early in the morning knowing that you didn’t even get 2 hours of sleep. It's like living in a world where there is no way you can see what’s in front of you, you just have to simply keep walking, being ready for anything at all times. Loving him is like trying so hard to tell yourself that it's okay but still knowing inside that it never will be. Loving him is like surviving in a war. It's like that breath you have to take after running your way on top of the mountain. Loving him is a need. It is a need for her, for her survival, for her happiness. And she knows that loving him is a disease but his smile and those gorgeous ocean green eyes are her medicine. Loving him is the reason why she writes, why she looks for words to describe him but go speechless when she realizes that she’d never find those because he is beyond that beauty the words can ever describe. People spend a lifetime to find someone like him. And she finds herself lucky because she found him. For her, he is perfect, inside and out.

Again, she knows loving him is hard but that is the exact reason which makes this journey so fun and exciting. That is what makes her heart beat fast. That is what gives the words a meaning, a life. Loving him makes her smile, it gives her hope, it gives her strength. It makes her love herself; it makes her accept her flaws, it makes her happy. It teaches her how to keep faith in the inevitability of the things which are yet to happen. She knows that loving him is beautiful. Loving him is a privilege that her heart is honoured to be a part of.

Loving him is worth this fight. Cause she knows that it is going to end up being just perfectly alright.

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