Something Right

“A woman has to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one”

And then you meet him.

You find yourself smiling more often, laughing more often. You begin to notice all the colors around you. The sun shines a little brighter each day as you smell the faintest scent of a cool breeze at noon. And when it rains, you see nothing but the beauty of nature unfold right before your eyes, reminiscent of how the flowers bloom, the very same way that friendship does.

And you smile quietly once again.

It is that thought of knowing that you have accepted yourself for who you are and who you have become. It is knowing that you have loved the person that you are now and that you already understand how it is to accept and love another and welcome him to your life. Finally, there is peace in sheer anticipation for the next chapter you shall breathe in.

And you breathe in.

You begin to understand the worth of everything and everyone else that you hold dear -- family, friendships, values, principles, dreams. You slowly see the intricate details of life's simplest miracles clearly unfold. And in a matter of moments, you realize what you truly deem is important. Gone are the days of childish whims and musings. The idyllic obsession for perfection is not altogether forgotten but nonetheless abandoned. And you decide to brave the risks of romance with a deeper understanding of commitment. It is not always peaches and cream for there will always be bittersweet berries along the way. And along with all the flowers that bloom, are roses with thorns.

And you breathe out.

But like a child, you appreciate the little things and the simple moments once again. It is as sweet as a chocolate mousse cake and icecream. It is nuzzling your nose on your favorite pillow. It is watching your favorite cartoon on a breezy Sunday afternoon. It is drinking a giant mug of hot coco on a rainy day and having a tall glass of cold milk for a humid night cap. It is finally finding the other pair of your favorite slippers under your couch. It is what it is -- the beauty of caring reflected in his eyes each and everytime he looks back at you.

And then you look at him.

YOu find yourself becoming more aware of him. It is in the conversations you have and the simplicity of comfortable quiet moments passing by. It is the sudden bursts of laughter and the tickling feeling of just smiling to yourself whenever you are reminded of him. It is how your chin rests on his shoulder and how your face is softly soothed by the back of his hand. It is the nearness of him that pacifies all your bothersome thoughts. It is remembering the childhood coziness of home everytime his arms are around you. It is the simplicity of never being in a hurry for anything and taking your sweet time of enjoying each other's nearness. And it goes beyond hearing "I can stay this way forever." It is knowing and believing just that.

And then you smile to yourself once again.

You know that there will always be someone better. There will always be new fishing adventures waiting. It is as certain as another flower blooming in a vast garden and a fish swimming in the deepest blue sea. But you decide to throw in the towel because there is this one special flower in your garden truly worthy to be tended and cared for. And no matter how far your eyes might lead you, to the vast flowerbeds ahead and beyond the deepest blue sea, you know that your heart has already found its home.

Because you met him.