About him

I'm going to tell you about my dearest and most handsome boyfriend. I know he'll never see this, but it's good for other people to know how much I love him.

Why does everyone talk about FIRST but no first LOVE? It's not the same, at least it wasn't for me. My current partner makes it impossible for me to think about anyone else. From the moment I met him, I knew he would be the person I would love for the next few years. I know we're still young, but do you know how many marriages last from adolescence until death? Why couldn't we? Of course, there are arguments, of course, we clear things up, even if we have to say the same thing 500 times, because we love each other, and we love each other's well-being. Every time I tell someone about this, they say that neither of us knows anything, but that's not true. We have both loved each other in the purest way anyone can love, and every day we strive to be better people, to improve for each other and for ourselves. I live for him, because dying is so easy for me, but living? Living is a true challenge. I live for him because he is my life. Of course, besides him, there are other things I have to do and needs, but he is one of the essential things for me. I love him like I've never loved anyone. I've given him even what I don't have, what I didn't know I could give, what he asked for, what I felt compelled to give him. I've said things I've never said before, I've given him letters, I've made him gifts that, because of the distance, I can't give him, but I keep them with me every moment because they are his, they are for him and only him. My life wouldn't have meaning if he hadn't come into it, and even though he says he's the worst boyfriend, I think the complete opposite. Do we have flaws? Of course we do. Otherwise, how would you build a relationship? Without knowing what the other person is going through? I want him to be comfortable and well, not to rack his brain over things he misinterprets or believes. I want him to be happy and for him to see that I love him. Someday I'll be able to kiss and hug him as much as I've always wanted. I want to marry him and have worms get diabetes or something like that when they taste my flesh and see the sweet love I have for him. When I die, his voice will be the song that guides me to heaven, where we'll be together for eternity, living the life we ​​always dreamed of and forgetting all the sorrows that killed us in life. 

All my dreams are about him—the deepest, the most beautiful, the most perfect. Those dreams I never want to wake from, those dreams I long to draw and keep in my memory for eternity. His love is the most precious thing to me, the only thing I want and the only thing I need to live. He is everything I've ever dreamed of, everything I've ever wanted, everything I've ever longed for. He is the exact definition of the man I wrote about in my diary when I was six years old, the kind of boy I always dreamed of, the one I want everything for and nothing halfway, the one I want to give my poems, my words, my comfort, my shelter when his is falling apart, the one I want to give me his weight when he can't carry it anymore, the boy I love and have loved for a year and three months, the boy I've adored during this time and the one I want to adore for all eternity. 

When I'm up in the sky looking at the stars, they will all have his beautiful face. In the air, I will feel the loving scent of his words. The constellations will be shaped like his name, and the world will revolve around him. Someday, I will go far away from this city and carve his precious face and name into a tree, no matter how much sweat or blood it costs, no matter how long it takes, because if it's him, nothing is a waste of time. If it's him, everything is worth it. I love him, and I will love him forever. My world revolves around him. My head is filled with images of him in every corner. He is the reason the "happiness hormone" exists in my brain. My ears are filled with such a beautiful melody: his voice. My arms long to touch his back in a hug so pure that the world will explode. I scream his name with the force of 5,000,000 speakers exploding inside me, and I adore every part of him. I will never tire of talking about him, nor of loving him so much.