She was everything I ever wanted in a woman. If I were to conceptualise a list of ten desired qualities in a woman, she would score eleven out of ten. She was my other half, this uncomprehendingly wonderful being that fulfilled my life, so much so that I sometimes doubted his existence and thought that I had contrived her in a dream. She inspired me, challenged me and loved me just as I was: quirks, flaws and all. She touched my soul so deeply that I was completely vulnerable to her grasp, which was always tender and caring. She taught me what it felt like to truly love someone down to your core; what it felt like to constantly live with a burning desire, so strong that it actually pains you, and he showed me the perpetually engulfing warmth of deep, flaming, impassioned, mad love. He dreamed up delightful visions of our future together – bright enough for both our imaginations.
I loved every element of her soul. I saw as more reasons to love her: I loved her heartwarming stutter when she became too excited about a topic of conversation; the sad smile she made that accompanied a vacant stare when remembering happy memories of a loved one lost;
She was my perfect puzzle piece: an over-thinker, a relentless inspiration-seeker, forever a solitary explorer, believing that life is meant for loving, and happiness is meant for sharing. She loved and took note of life’s simple pleasures, like a steaming cup of tea, aged wine, the smell of old books, the beauty in the silliness of a fit of uncontrollable laughter, the underrated phenomena of a thunderstorm, the crinkles in my nose when I laugh and the unique story to the cracks and pops of a spinning vinyl. She was a down-to-earth woman, taking a liking to the distinctive story behind every object, location and individual, equipped with the remarkable ability to connect with your soul; her presence an eternally rare gift. She encouraged my passions, loving the way I wrote words that I had never spoken, and my constant desire to make them bounce off the pages on which they were written. But he was also was my reality: pulling me back down to earth when I had floated too far into space.
My First Love And My First Heartbreak.
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