It was the night we met. It was the night I looked into your eyes and somehow told you everything that was on my mind. It was the night you listened to me. The night I fell in love with you.

We met almost two years ago. I didn’t expect to. You came into my life when I was coming out of a very dark time. I was finally happy with myself. I loved myself. After what I had been through, I didn’t think anyone could love me.

But it was that night. We sat on the couch all night long and you barely talked. You just listened. You were the first person to ever listen to me. The first one to smile when I talked about being happy. You were the first person to make me feel this way. It took a while for you to open up to me, but it was worth it.

I didn’t admit it that night. I didn’t admit it after we started dating. But it didn’t take long. I finally told you that I fell in love with you the night we met.

It was the way I remembered what you were wearing. It was the way I could see you look up at me but you didn’t think I saw it. I did. When I talked, you would be in the background smiling. It seemed like I was just talking to your friends but I was hoping you would know I wished it was just us.

College freshman. Funny, huh? Neither of us expected it. But after that night, my entire focus was on you and only you. Suddenly, you became the first thing I thought about when I woke up. You became a top priority. You became what I had always dreamed of. And I was skeptical. There was no way this is possible. You are literally what girls dream of.

A person this damn perfect? A person who treats me the way I deserve to be treated? A person who is unbelievable and wonderful and amazing? How?

But you never stopped. Every single day since that first night, you loved me. You make me feel like a seventh grade girl who just passed her crush in the hallway. But it’s like that feeling every single second of every single day. And the people around me always told me it wouldn’t work out. But where are they now? Not saying a thing because here we are.

Eventually, things became more “us” and less “I”. It became more “we” and less “me”. Every time you came over, I would be so sad when you had to leave. And people say that only lasts for about six months. But that has lasted way past that. Today, I left your house and was sad that I had to.

When you opened up to me, you told me exactly what I had been thinking. You read my mind. And before you, nothing about soul mates or true love made sense. But when you find someone so positively perfect, it all makes sense. You made sense. We made sense.

Finding you has made me the happiest person in the world. I shine now. People take notice. Somehow, overnight, you became my whole world. And I will never ever want that to change.

I love you.