Rain Rain Go Away

It is raining; it has been for a long while now. I’m tired of waking up to gray skies. It isn’t just the literal sense of rain, but the stress also. However no matter how gray my days seem at times I feel completely blessed with the most amazing person in my life. When I feel like giving up he is there to make life worth living. It gives me a purpose for my life. It is fun when suddenly I start to talk about him the sun comes out slightly.

Just a few minutes ago I heard:
“Don’t be with the person that you can live with; be with the person that you can’t live without.”

I have that feeling right now; it is a scary and warm feeling at the same time. It is something I am just learning to feel. This is a lesson in loving someone so much that the world seems a little brighter. I am so happy when I’m with him, when I read the words he sends me through MySpace and Facebook. I can’t help but fall in love with him and it makes me want to cry sometimes. It is a weird girl thing maybe, or the fact that I continue to only get six and half hours of sleep most nights. All I know is that I hope, wish, and pray that I never have to feel the pain of not having him here. I know it seems rather silly to be this into a guy at only nineteen. I’d rather be in love at nineteen though because then it becomes an innocent love that learns to grow. It is the love you read about in songs. To be careless and stupid, to not care that world wants you to fail. To look at someone after many years and still see the young in their eyes. With the threat of divorce rates being so high these days I want to be the percent that doesn’t give up. The one that is willing to give her all. I can’t believe how long I’ve been in this relationship, but I’m not surprised that it has lasted. Slowly day by day I fall more in love and am giving more faith that he is the boy for me. My friends, my family probably won’t understand, but I want to be with my first love, isn’t that what everyone wants? You never forget your first love and I don’t ever want to lose mine. I want to be the song girl, the one that “break the rules” of love. I want him to be my music player, and I can be his song. I want to have the faith to move anything; I only know how I feel though.