• Love has an infinite number of beginnings, and an equally diverse number of endings. I did not follow a cliche. I did not realize that I loved you the moment my eyes graced your form, however there was a lingering, internal pull that there was something different about you. I could tell you the moment I realized I loved you, but what fun would that be? I can tell you that it was exhilarating, and I have never felt as unquestionably complete and content as I have when I was utterly, happily, and hopelessly in love with you and the obstacles between us didn't seem quite as undefeatable.

    I have a lack of belief in the concept of "soulmates." I do, however, believe that fate will lead us to people who will change our lives and our entire perception of who we are. You have not only changed me into a better person, but you simply entertained me with your prescence, gave me new perspective into beliefs I previously refused to reconsider, and unknowingly helped me let go of demons I never imagined I'd live to exist without. For that, I thank you, and I pray the day I forget that never comes.

    I absolutely adore you, and I'm almost certain that it's impossible for me to ever completely duplicate these feelings for someone else. If anything, it's because you have been so many firsts to me. I have never been able to quite put it into words why I'm so infatuated with you, but it's not the reasons that are probably expected. It's not notoriety or that I'm starry-eyed at your verbal skill, because in my short days I've met many men whose tongues were gifted with eloquent and alluring speech like yours. It's not your good looks, though I dare say they are appreciated.

    It was a night on the beach drawing hearts into the condensation on my window, an evening spent laying on the car having conversations about constellations and the meaning of life. I was lovestruck by moments lying on the couch when nothing needed to be said, lying beside you and not worrying about the fact that you didn't want to be touched (although I wanted to) and simply basking in the fact that you were close, and that was all I needed. It was text messages after midnight and before dawn that were sent because no one else was awake.

    I have fallen haphazardly into this pit of unrequited love, and I accept that. While I am determined to steal your heart again somehow, I have come to the conclusion that it may never happen. As painful as that is, I can take solace in the fact that you have made a permanent imprint on who I am and I will never look at someone the exact way I look at you, and every memory I have of spending time with you will be forever etched into my soul, pulling at my heartstrings. I cannot say that I won't fall in love again, or that it won't be as deep, but I know for a fact that it will never, ever be the same.