I told her, thank you

For just being her

The her of my dreams

The her I can feel comfortable with

The her that’s in my thinking thoughts

Not the her that’s an object

But the her that’s whole presence makes me smile

The her that is perfectly imperfect

The her that gave me the chance to be me

Cupid finally listened to this hopeless romantic

Letting me do me, and finally find her

You know her . . . the her of my dreams

Not the her that’s only here for a season

But the her that wants to go the distance

The her that accepts my flaws and my addictions

The her that I appreciate more then the stars in the sky

No longer stuck in an endless loop of confusion

Because her actions give me reason not to

Trusting her with all of me

Because her hands wont let me go.

If I had a her

I would tell her, thank you

For just being her