She Chose Me.

I'd watch her walk past me,
So confident, so sure, so unbelievably beautiful.
But she was so much better than me.
She was on another plane of existance;
Another playing field.

I used to daydream about her.
About staring into those beautiful brown eyes,
Seeing my own hazel eyes in their reflection.
About running my hands through her long brown hair,
Caressing her head in my hands.
And when she would walk past me, I'd pray to God,
"Please, just let her look at me. Let me see her smile".
No way.

Not a chance she could ever love someone like me.

Still, I had to believe that she might feel something about me.
I kept that hope locked away tight in my heart,
Because without it, life would be so hard to live.
Just getting up in the morning would be a struggle,
And putting a smile on my face? It never would have happened.
Because what was the point of living without loving?

She's the best thing that has ever happened to me,
And I still feel what I felt when I first met her;
That I'd literally do anything to be close to her.
To be even in the same room as her
Made my heart race and my world spin.
But to be next to her?
It was better than any drug or alcohol could ever give.

She was right there.
Standing right in front of me.
It was intoxicating, knowing that all I had to do
Was reach out to her, as simple as that,
And I could hold her.
I'll never let that feeling go.
Never.

On the way home from that night I cried.
Not because I was upset, or that I missed her (though I did),
But because I was finally happy-
So happy that I could hardly contain myself.
And I thanked God for you
The whole way home.

Every day I thank God for you,
Because no one can ever be you.
No other girl is going to have that smile.
That touch; that embrace.
And no one else will make my body tremble
When we kiss.

I kept thinking that I'm holding her back.
That I don't have the right to keep her
And that she's straining to get away.
But I'm finally understanding that she DOES want to be here.
That she's happy at my side.

That she's happy.

I will never forget the feeling.
The fluttering warmth in your body that feels like you're floating.
The trembling pull as she comes near
That breaks down all barriers and obstacles
Just to hold her.
And to know that out of all the people in this world,
She chose me.

Me.

I am the one.
The one that she chose.
The one she calls out for when something is wrong
And the one she whispers to when everything is all right.
When she needs someone to hold her, to steady her,
She reaches out for me.
And no one else.

She once whispered "I love you; I need you."
It was everything I ever wanted
And all I ever needed to hear.
My lifelong search has ended.
Three words.
For an angel like her to need me; to LOVE me.
It makes my heart flutter and my soul ache in bliss.