I know it's called falling in love for a reason,

but I never imagined it would feel like the change of a season.

One minute, it's just fun- laughing and joking all the time,

and the next, I'm stuck endlessly writing love notes,

pouring my heart out in every line.

I've always wanted to find someone like you-

gentle, kind, you always know what to do

to make me happy, excited, even a little nervous.

You pull me under, lost in love, never wanting to resurface.

One look in your deep brown eyes,

and I'm lost again.

But lost with you isn't the same as it was before;

now, there's no pain

in your long embrace,

no feeling telling me that the end

could come at any second.

With you, everything feels fresh and fun,-

and I keep catching myself thinking

that maybe you're the one.

Because you're the one who understands me,

supports me,

treats me like I'm the only girl you see.

You're loyal,

you're never hanging out with other girls,

and I may be insecure,

but when I am, you're sure to remind me

that I come first.

I was broken, but I didn't let him keep me down.

I knew all along that there would come a time when he wouldn't be around.

Yet I stayed; I allowed him to hurt me,

until pain and regret and emptiness were the only things I could see.

Rebuilding took some time.

I had to find the motivation to remove everything "him" from my mind.

But it was worth it after all,

because one day, a stranger smiled at me as I walked through the hall;

a stranger that I had met before, but never gotten to know.

And I never saw it coming;

never could have imagined all the places we would go.