Friday, June 12, 2015

Today's thought...a different kind of post.

Dear Soulmate,

I don't know why you continue to put up with me. I'm not sure why you continuously listen to my constant drolling on about my problems, and never complain about what I say. You always know what to say. You always know when I need you, and never fail to call me or text me, asking me what's wrong.

No matter what's going on in your life, and no matter what you called for, the instant you hear my voice, you know. And everything in your world is put on the back-burner. I will never be able to repay you for this. You will never know what it means to me.

Thank you. Though it seems like such a cop out. Thank you. You will never know what these moments of love and support, will mean to me. You will never understand what it means to me, to know that in the wee hours of the morning, or the late hours of the night, you were always there.

You always put up with the "I'll call you back." or the "Not right now, it's cool." and even the "I'll talk to you later." and a soft click/beep, indicating that I was no longer on the line, for whatever reason. And you never questioned it. You KNOW, that you will be the first call when things happened. You know that no matter what was going on, I will call you. You know that when I tell you "I don't wanna talk about it." that I am going to blurt everything out, thirty seconds later.

You are the one I talk to about everything. You are the one I call when I'm down. You are the one who I call to from my heart, because I know you can hear me, when no one else does. YOU are the one who isn't afraid to tell me what it's like, and wont lie to me when I'm being petty, but still reassure me that it's alright that I am.

I could not live my life without you. The most important people in my life know about you, and hear about you constantly. My mom and husband included. They know you are the one I call when I'm down, when I'm having problems, when I'm at my worst, and when I'm at my best. They ask about you on a constant basis, because they know I talk to you daily. They know you, even if they don't know you.

You are so special to me. I will never be able to express or explain the way I feel for you. To those who don't know, it's strange. To those who understand, they nod. To those who look at this as if to say "Eh, whatever." they are scared to admit their own feelings.

I can only say I love you. I feel this such an insignificant explanation for how I feel, though I'm sure you'll tell me I'm nuts and you feel the same way. You will never know what you mean to me and how important you are to me in my life. I'm sure you'll tell me I'm crazy and that I'm just as important to you, but you're wrong.

You'll never know what you mean to me. And that in and of itself, makes you more special to me than I will ever be able to express, or you will ever know. I love you. Point plain and simple. I could not live my life without you and I don't go a single day without thinking of you, regardless of whether or not we actually talk. You are in every ounce of my decisions whether you know it or not. I consult you in every aspect of my life and I will NEVER do anything without talking to you.

You always know how to talk me down when I'm too far up, and aren't afraid to tell me when I'm a dumbass. There's no way to explain or express, what you will or do, mean to me. You'll never know how much faith I put in you. Or how much of my life or decisions, I put in what you say. And that's okay.

Because to me, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what you do or don't know of how I feel. It doesn't matter what you do or don't know of how I think. It matters that I know, in the end of all of it and no matter what happens, you are there. You love me. No matter how idiot you think I am, or how stupid you think I'm being, or how wrong you think I'm acting, you love me.

You love me. And I will never be able to explain how much I love you back.

You came into my life when I needed you most, and didn't even know it. You are in every aspect and facet of my being, even if you don't know it.