When I think about him, I suddenly find myself wanting to make my life better in every way. The happiness he brings to my day gives me such energy, such drive to get things accomplished. I love the way I feel like I can take on the world, I can reach any goal. Just from spending a little time with him. I think it's that knowing he's there, always just on the other end of the phone, I know it's okay if things don't work out for me. I can be turned down for a job, or find a new dent on my car, and it's really no big deal.
He doesn't know, but he's my inspiration. He's the reason I write again. The reason I bound out of bed in the morning, eager to start on the day. He makes me so happy, just thinking about him brings the biggest smile to my face. I doubt he realizes how much he means to me. How could he? I still haven't managed to tell him all the things that I feel. He's just...wonderful. :) He's wonderful, and I love him.
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