You never stopped being it for me, and last night lying in your arms at 3am, talking about nothing and everything, you took me back through the last five years. How I was 15 blushing as your hand stroked mine under the school desk, and then I was 16 kissing you on that bench by the water as day turned into night and summer turned into winter. Seventeen, when you held me in the pouring rain and promised never to let me go.
You never stopped being it for me, and last night laying in your arms at 3AM, talking about nothing and everything, you took me back through the last five years. How I was fifteen blushing as your hand stroked mine under the school desk, and then I was sixteen, kissing you on that bench by the water as day turned to night and summer turned to winter. Seventeen, when you held me in the pouring rain and promised to never let me go. And then I was eighteen, skipping rocks on deserted beaches, half way around the world, as your hand held mine. Nineteen when you broke my heart and shattered my entire world. And now I am twenty, no longer the insecure fifteen year old I once was, nor am I the melo-dramatic seventeen year old who was convinced the whole world was against her. I am twenty and I am confident, I can make myself happy, I know my place in the world and I know exactly what I want. But it is still you, it will always be you.&nbsp;
Through the pain, the laughter, and the tears that come from both, you have shown me what it is to love someone unconditionally and to be loved in return.&nbsp;Things are taken from us too quickly in this world, and I want to spend every moment with you before time passes us by.
And I wish you could see that.&nbsp;