enraptured

I have never been a person who longs and yearns for love. Every year I got older and I watched as my friends began to ache for the romantic connection, and I felt none of that pain.

It was never important to me, I suppose.

It’s strange to think about. Because I am also a person who feels connected to everything. There is harmony in the trees, knowledge in the ocean, love in pets and friends, beauty in the flowers, peace in the mountains. Nothing in this world that I have encountered has lacked the ability to have some level of meaning for me.

So, I was always confounded by the idea that I did not feel unbearably lonely without a partner. Until I met you.

I was in college, still unaware of what it was to long for another.

I had tried and failed to love a boy in high school. He loved me very, very deeply. And I did love him, in a way. But not as he loved me. Not in a consuming, be together forever type of way.

When I left, I tried dating. I found that it didn’t quite suit me either. So, I just went on with life, and ignored the possibility of really, truly loving someone.

But, when I met you, I was intrigued. Someone had finally caught my attention for the first time in years. I did not pursue it. I figured it would just disappoint me, like it always did. To me, it seemed that romantic love was just simply not enough.

However, you pursued me, but did not push romance. You pushed a friendship. Finally, that turned my head. And my heart.

I loved you before I ever kissed you.

Then, once I kissed you and held you, I was hooked.

Just like that poor boy I had left behind. I was consumed. Enraptured. Ensnared. Enchanted.

I was yours, and you were mine. And I finally understood it all for the first time.