It’s Him

He doesn’t realize how beautiful he is

How the pain in his eyes moves her soul

in ways she didn’t know she could move

how everything falls together in this strange

jigsaw puzzle that she didn’t realize she was

putting together, her whole life. When things

didn’t make sense before, she had excuses

Ways in which she could shrug off the feeling

to tell herself she doesn’t deserve the kind of love

she’s looking for. She felt his pain. On a much

deeper level than most, and part of her felt like

it was always in her life’s path to be right here, in this

moment, telling this beautiful man that he is beautiful,

that he deserves to be loved. Offering him kind words

and comfort and support and every kind of love, not just one.

the love of family, but also of a soulmate or something;

of someone her wounded soul aches so badly to connect with;

of someone who makes all the other assholes that came before him

seem like they were always meant to happen, in this exact way,

so she could be led to him in this moment, in his time of need,

because God told her she was special. That she had a special

journey. It makes her want to cry happy tears, because so much

does she love this feeling, so much does she love this man,

he’s not like any other man she’s ever known. He’s kind and sweet

and beautiful and handsome and smart and loving and

everything she’s ever needed. It often seems too good to be true.

but she just keeps saying to herself:

”you were meant for me, and I was meant for you.”