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When we first met, I never intended on loving him.

In truth, I thought he would be just like everyone else:

Stay long enough till the well ran dry, then move on and forget.

Just another name to add to the list of half friends and indecisive acquaintance. 

I soon learned that this was not to be, to my surprise.

And for the first time in a long time, I had experienced legitimate happiness.

However, fear filled the hole that doubt had created.

"What if I lose him?" "What if I fail?" "Will he understand who I am? Can he accept it?"

Yet, here we are today, despite all of the hard times and long hours.

Despite the arguements, the colossal changes, and the break ups. Yet here we still stand.

What with all our little spats and clumsy pillow talk into the wee hours of morning.

We still have each other's back, even if the whole world were to catch fire.

We'd sit there and bet on who'd get burned first.

I never intended to love him. I really didn't.

But as it would turn out, there's no other way to feel.

Thanks Karma, you glorious douche.