My happiness, I share with you worthlessly.

Why is it that I am so nervous when it’s almost time to see him again? I love him madly. We say to each other “I have found my soul mate”. I cannot find better words to describe him other than that.

When my mind drifts to him my heart starts to beat erratically. How could we have been so blind these past two years? We have been searching for true, passionate love, and he was about to give up.

Then we realized... We realized that what we were searching for was right in front of us. At first I was in denial, but I couldn't deny it for long when I had the dreams of us being together and the innocent excuses for just-just touching each other. The feeling was only getting stronger.

Time went by and we kept silent, but when we parted and said goodbye... we knew we could not let this pass us by. We finally confessed and realized truly how passionate and true, and mad our love was. After the confession we could hardly bare being apart and when we finally saw each other again it was like the world went still... like everything just faded. All that mattered was now, the moment being together, caressing and loving each other. Always being side by side... Yet being side by side was hardly enough.

We had so many things in common; our thoughts lead to the same conclusions and mostly at the same time. In our eyes, we were perfect. I do indeed love him more than anyone could ever love someone else. Even if I find it difficult to express, I always try my best to do so.