Mr. Everything is what you are. My lover, my best friend, my counselor, my diary, my serenity and peace. We didn't know each other long but somehow our world started to revolve around each other. Bad times didn't seem so bad with you there and good times became amazing if it was shared with you. I wanted to explore every ounce of love your heart could hold, every inch of intimacy your soul could bear. My love made you more vulnerable then you could ever imagine you could be, it gave you fears. Your love gave me a peace I never knew could be real, it gave me hope. I wanted to cater to this new vulnerability with peace and protection but I was living in a hell, that gave you drama and catered to your fears. I anticipated a brighter future, while you became weary of a future with me at all. Only love couldn't sustain you much longer, while love became my driving force.
Mr. Everything, you were my everything as I was yours. Our connection became more powerful to each other then anyone we've ever known. You learnt my habits and I learnt your patterns. I knew your highs and you knew my lows. You wanted to be my fixer and I wanted to be your girl. We started to write our own love stories on different pages. My effort would make you commit to me, but your committment would've motivated my effort. The less my effort, the less you wanted to commit... the less the committment, the less I wanted to put effort in a unsure thing. This increased your fear... This decreased my hope. but we stuck it out... We went with the flow.
Hope and fear are two opposite entities Mr. Everything... Hoping to stay with the man you love is different from fearing to stay with the woman you love. Fear generates so many reasons to leave, while hope generates so many reasons to stay. You was detaching while I was attaching.... You was trying to safely land while I kept falling. You was debating an exit, while I was planning a reentry. Fear after fear consumed your newly vulnerable state... Making you weary and afraid of every negative possibility. I was envisioning a Mr. and Mrs. Everything living happily ever after together... You couldn't see passed an inevitable divorce.
Mr. Everything a love like ours don't come around so often... Some people will never experience a love like ours. Being completely engulfed in one other... Attune to the other's feelings... Resting in each other souls. In an untraditional way, we became old fashion lovers... We fought for each other... We disagreed with each other... We laughed at each other... We cried to each other. Yea, the circumstances were hard, but we tried to fight harder. You wanted a old fashion love that could stand the test of time, struggles, and hardships. We had the basics... In a small amount of time... We set the foundation. But even old fashion love give in sometimes... It gets too overwhelming... Too unbearable sometimes. You don't have to stick it out anymore with someone you love. There's always more or better to search for. You don't have to settle, like back then or work with what you have... You can create high standards and great requirements... The perfect idea of the perfect mate and perfect circumstances and perfect life. Old fashion love didn't have this option of waiting... They lived more in the "now" not in the future like this new age. On the other hand, if an option to get better is there why not wait right? the problem with this is... There's always better... It's never ending.
Mr. Everything our love affair truly started with an handwritten letter but sadly ended with a text. From healthy to unhealthy... From relaxed to strained... Hopeful to hopeless. Everybody wants the moon and the stars but sometimes there's a Forrest to get through first. Mr. Everything I don't know if we are meant to be, I just know we fought like we were. Maybe this was all one big lesson to be learned or divine help to save me. However, I never truly believed that love could conquer all until I loved you and you never believed in trying so hard to be with someone especially in unfavorable situations... But somehow we believed. Mr. Everything I don't know the future... Maybe we could try again on healthier terms... We tried twice already... They say the third time is the charm. Or maybe this is the end... You let go, I let go right? Not titanic lines "you jump, I jump". Sometimes, you don't see true love that's in your face unless you lose it.... And then sometimes you have to lose love to know it wasn't true love. Always conflicting analogies in the world of literature. What I do know is, what we had was real and in one small period in time, we became each other's everything. The memories we shared was more than amazing, more perfect than one could hope for. A love so unusual in a world of "toot it and boot it", that even strangers were amazed by it and commented. An Un-recognizable vulnerability that people don't share anymore. A friendship that lovers forget about.
You are, were, could be again, never stop being... My everything. And I know I was yours, from when you panicked from thinking you could lose me forever. Sometimes, letting go is about moving on... Other times it's about healing and growing. Mr. Everything, a great love sometimes come once in a lifetime... Sometimes twice... Sometimes never at all. I believe Mr. Everything, soon you will find out. I love you beyond words and logic.... And I will miss you unbearably until we speak again. In the words of a great German man, "auf wiedersehen" My Mr. Everything.
