To the man who holds my heart,
There are countless things I need to thank you for, and I’m not even sure where to begin. I want to start with a short explanation. I have never been easy to deal with. I have never been totally willing to open up and put my actual emotions on public display. I have seen a lot of heartbreak, and I have fallen a million miles to be where I am today. Those things don’t totally matter, though. What really matters is the sheer fact that I have never given my whole heart to anyone, and here we are. I am looking you straight in the eye, your hands are outstretched, with my entire heart lying in your palms, and I am terrified.
I am not scared because I think I’ve made the wrong decision, nor am I scared because I think that you’ll drop my heart. I am terrified because I, for once in my life, am finally vulnerable. You are the only person who sees my naked soul, you get to feel my pain, live in my flaws and breathe my love. And for some wild reason, you are doing these things willingly and continue to do these things every day. You are holding my heart because you found it, and you cherish it. You cradle it like you are responsible for its well-being, as though you couldn’t bear for anything to happen to it. For that, I want to thank you.
I want to thank you for taking an imperfect person and turning her heart into something that loves a perfect kind of love. The kind of love that doesn’t care about petty disagreements or minor flaws. It’s the kind of love that needs another half and has had the opportunity to complete itself. It is completed, because as I stand here, eyes locked on yours, your hands aren’t the only ones that are outstretched. In my palms, I hold your heart as well, and it has become my main priority to keep it safe. I want to see your naked soul, feel your raw emotions and breathe in your perfect love. Thank you for being finding my heart. Thank you for holding on to it as though it was your own. Thank you for letting me hold on to yours. Lastly, thank you for teaching an imperfect person how to love perfectly.
