I am not the type to go with ease, or confidence, or even a hint of smug. I am awkward, difficult, and I overthink too much. I suck at meeting new people and keeping conversations going; my hand gets jittery and my eyes won't look straight. But, you—it was so easy with you.

I felt comfortable around you sooner than I had around anybody else. The moment I saw you, I was almost sure I had met you before—perhaps in another life. So dear, so near, so familiar. With little effort, you had me constantly coming back for more. Small talks were unnecessary because you and I somehow always had something to chatter about. Both of us were good listeners, and need not to worry of being judged. In no time, you knew me better than I had known myself.

Despite of how much we met, I missed you every second you were not with me. No matter how bad my day was, at the end of it you always made everything better. Your kisses lifted the weights of the world off my shoulder and your hugs made my heart flutter and lighter. 

I felt grateful every moment I laid my eyes on you because I just had to be the luckiest person on Earth to get to have you, and not once had I ever looked away. Our arguments made me glad—rather than sad—because we were fighting for us. 

With you being you, you became both my home and my adventure. The days flowed by without effort and you didn’t have to try to make me absolutely and utterly happy.

I loved you. I still do.

I don’t think I could ever love anyone the way I did you.

- phosphenous, i-f-a.