i remember when i was younger,
people would always tell me that i'd never fall in love.
and if i did, it wouldn't be true,
it'd be me fooling myself into happiness.

the moment i met her in person,
i knew that none of that could be true.
because falling in love came to me,
like music did.

like writing poetry and drawing pictures did,
and although i was never any good at those things,
i was good at this.
i was so good at falling in love,
that i seemed to have done it almost instantly.

i was, in a strange way, shocked,
at her appearance and her smile and her laugh.
because i'd grown up believing,
that no one would ever be as beautiful as i'd hope they were.

but she exceeded my expectations,
by a million miles and a few more.
she exceeded them to the point that,
i didn't believe she could possibly be real.

but she certainly is,
and she certainly makes me fall even harder with every word.
i could listen to her talk about anything,
and i promise i'd be happier than i ever have been.

because i love her,
and i'm pretty sure that she loves me, too.
and if i'm right, then i guess i've finally found it,
i've finally found the light that cuts away the darkness.