Un amor amarillo por un príncipe tan dulce
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Do you believe in fate? Do you think two people could be
destined to meet under perfect circumstances? That two people could form a stronger bond than any substance known to this universe and the next. Well, I do. Fate works in strange and cruel ways, like a perfect knife to stab you through the heart after you have already removed the sword through your gut. It's a phenomenon that is all too familiar and expected, but within the expected, the typical, and the mundane lies what we would call an exception.
He is my exception, the one flower in my garden that has remained brimming with life. This human being has stared
into the abyss and reached in regardless of its depth. A beautiful, yellow Peruvian Lily. One that I will do anything to see protected, nurtured, and cared for. If a sign existed in this world that there is a reason to tread through the most bottomless murkiest swamps, I need only to allow the sweet scent to fill my nostrils.
He is my sign. My sign of a brighter tomorrow and that hope is never too far from reach. To say that I love him is an understatement. To say that I am as much his as he is mine is to state the obvious. As I stood on a ship sinking ever deeper into a whirlpool of self-pity and hatred in my darkest hours, he did not stand beside me to drown with me. Instead, he came prepared, ready to drag me to shore if necessary. A reminder that perhaps loss is not my reality but rather that some things can stay.
He loathes the past, understandably so. I see in his heart that the scars not only run deep, but they serve as a stark reminder of whom he does not want to be. A way to shake his faith in himself. We are alike in many ways but very different as well. In what he fears with our memories, they do nothing but steel my nerves as I navigate life's challenges. The good, the bad, and the ugly all remind us what both of us can do.
I remember his fight and determination, where he almost lost a piece of himself. His desire to reconnect something once severed. He and I have a habit of being able to see the best in each other but only the worst in ourselves. Where I remember someone pathetic, used, and heinous, He remembers someone resilient, giving, and kind. We braved each and every storm that would tear us apart and refused to let the other drown. Our peers and confidants often jeer and jest that he and I are the same people. While I protest and laugh at these statements, the older I get, the more truth I see in them. He is as much a part of me as I am of him. He is not only my companion and a life partner but also my heart that pounds in my chest. The blood flows through my veins and the wind beneath my feet.
Do not mistake this for some sappy romantic love confession. What we have transcends any standard bond someone can have with someone. I hold no romantic love but what I do hold is a deep reverence and care for him. His voice echoes in my head when I need comfort. His words brush against my tear-stained cheeks, and most importantly, his arms shield me. We are more than best friends or even platonic partners. Our souls share a tether that no force can break, and may whatever
power out there strike me down if I ever forsake him. So not only is this a declaration of love for him, but it is a promise. A promise that for as long as I draw breath, I will be there. I will hold his hand, protect him, cherish him. He is the most beautiful and perfect flower in the garden. So please, my love. Please never stop smiling, laughing, crying, bleeding, and breathing with me. I will see us through to Eden together
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