The Skeptic

Meeting you was unexpected, but it was like coming home - like finding the peace you didn't know you were missing. Meeting you was like being whole for the first time - and Lord knows I didn't have a clue that a piece of me was missing. There was something inside that told me I had to - that I //needed// to know you, I don't know what that something was, but I'm glad that it was there. I'd like to think it was fate - that fate is in fact a feeling.
The spark that ignited - ignited so quickly, it came out of nowhere, yet, I wasn't blind-sided. It came so effortlessly - so naturally. It was - it is beautiful. It led me to the light - it sparked life into me again, another thing - I didn't know I was missing. It helped me see that I was still trapped in the dark - facing faceless monsters I couldn't see.
I'm not healed and I'm far from perfect, but still you love me with everything you have in you - as if I am, you love me as if I was never broken in the first place. You see the mess that is me, but to you - it's no mess, I'm no mess. I'm just the skeptic who found her fairytale - except this time it's not just maladaptive daydreaming or lowering my standards in hopes that I might one day be worthy of a love so pure. Except this time it's real and it's mine.
I'm just the poet who lost her words in the best way - it's like never being able to find the proper words to describe just how it feels. Like the words that exist - just simply aren't good enough to tell you just how much you mean to me.