Oasis

He’s the purest form of love. The kind of love that you can only dream of. When you’re best friends, yet also lovers and nothing is expected from either of you. He’s like a sunrise - he always brightens up the dark. Every fear, every insecurity you have, he finds beauty in it and it makes you fall in love with him even more. You look at him knowing that he’s not going anywhere, no matter how often you create scenarios in your head that he will. When he says he loves you, you know that he means it, cause he’d never tell you a lie or say something he doesn’t mean. He’s honest and kind; he makes sure you always know your worth. There is not a single shallow bone in his body. Everything is taken into consideration; all of your feelings and words and doubts, he considers it all. And he knows you better than you think you know yourself - he knows you better than most people, actually. All of these things are what scare you about him. Because even though he’s your person and you’re his, you find yourself thinking that maybe someone else might fit him better than you do; that maybe someone else might give him more breathing room or make him laugh more than you do. Its just fear, that’s all.

Imagine this,“ he said. "You meet her at a party. She’s wearing a red dress that catches your eye. But really, you’re just focusing on her smile; the way her eyes crinkle at the corners when she laughs. The way she brushes off compliments like she doesn’t quite believe them. The way she gestures with both of her hands. "Imagine you fall in love with her,” he said. “Imagine that on the first morning you wake up next you her, you’ve already decided that you could spend the rest of your life by her side. Imagine getting to know her. "Imagine deciding you want to marry her; confirming everything you ever thought. Imagine planning a future. Planning a life. Allowing yourself to dream. Feeling like things are finally falling into place; like you’ve finally figured it out.” “Now,” he said, “imagine that one day you walk into the kitchen and she is already awake. Imagine her sitting you down with an expression you don’t recognise. Imagine her facial expression as she tells you things don’t feel the same anymore; that she doesn’t feel the same anymore. Imagine the sinking in your stomach, the punch to the gut. Imagine watching her walk away after a half-hearted-suddenly-awkward hug. "Imagine a week later she comes to collect the box you’ve put all her belongings into. They spill out; her clothes; her toothbrush; her hair bobbles; pieces of her you never imagined you’d have to miss. Imagine you keep her scarf; the one she never wears anymore; the one that still smells like her. "The thought alone is enough to destroy a person,” he says, “don’t you think?” He paused to look at his hands. “Now imagine it actually happens. Imagine the pain that follows that kind of love.

Do you love her?” “Yes.” “How do you know?” “Because nothing makes sense without her.

If I say your name slow enough it sounds like ‘soulmate’

It’s not just my writing that’s all about you. Everything is. The moon, the sun, the stars. The songs I listen to when I think about you, or the way I hold my pillow and pretend it’s you while I fall asleep. Everything is about you.

You told me you’ll never get over me and I know it sounds crazy, but I can’t help but believe it’s because we are supposed to be together.