Marilaura Maldonado

My patience has come from realizing what a gem you are.

Before I met you, I was so jaded I wouldn’t have dreamed of writing someone a paragraph about how much I loved them or making them their favorite dessert. My guard was up so high I was almost a robot. And then there was you.

You are my best friend. You are the easiest person to love and exactly what love is supposed to be. 

I miss you the way I would miss a limb. It feels like I’m walking around missing something essential to my being, something I’m meant to be with.

As I look back at our time together, I thank god and all my lucky stars we both know what we have is special.

Do you remember feeling the end coming? I think about that day too.

I want you to know that on my bad days, on the worst days where I can’t even find the strength to shower or get out of bed, on the days where I don’t know myself, on days where everything seems impossible and everything seems blurry, the only thing in the world that makes sense is how much I love you.

What now? Do we just un-know each other now? Do we forget the intimate moments — the stories, the echoing laughter on a Sunday afternoon?

I hope you get to be an even greater superhero to the next girl as you were to me. 

I know how it feels when you’re sitting in your room contemplating everything.

I could promise you the moon and that wouldn’t be nearly enough of a gesture for how I feel.

Making love is actually a thing. No, it’s not some lame thing people say to get into each other’s pants.