He proposed on New Years Eve.
At midnight I said yes.
This is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Even if the life I've already lived has been short, I know he is the one I want.
I took a gamble when we first started dating.
As is turns out, I have better luck than I though.
I don't know why he loves me.
But I can think if a thousand reasons why I love him.
Now I know high school sweethearts tend not to last, but I hope we can break that trend.
I hope our love is forever.
I hope the world doesn't try to hold us down.

You know that girl that sits in the front of your college class?
Religiously taking notes and answering questions?
I know she seems like an over achiever,
How she's always smiling.
The way she dresses in pink and cute short shorts.
I know it may seem like she's looking for attention and trying too hard.
But that girl was not always as happy and lively has she seems.
That girl used to spend her nights crying herself to sleep.
She would sit in the back of her high school classes,
not talking to anyone.
Dressed in black hoodies and sweats everyday.
Awhile ago that girl got help, she's better now.
So why shouldn't she dress her best and try her hardest.
She worked her *** off in therapy to be where she is now.
How should I know? Why do I care?
Because I was that girl in the dark clothes.
And now I am that girl with the happy smile and the bright colored clothes.
I am the way I am now because of who I used to be.

I'm supposed to write a generic poem about love right?
Well my relationship is too complicated for the normal standards.
I wouldn't be able to find the words to describe our past.
"If it's ment to be it's shouldn't be this hard."
But maybe we aren't ment to be,
but we are making our own destiny now.
He's the greatest thing in my life.
And I know he feels the same.
Even though it wasn't love at first sight,
We are in love now.
I had a boyfriend when he made a move.
But it worked out in his favor.
It's not the normal convestional relationship.
But its our relationship.

I know you stopped caring.
I understand why you have forgotten about me.
But I haven't forgotten about you.
I want to move on, trust me.
But I can't let go of your memory.
Why did you tell me you cheated?
You could have gotten away with it.
But you were honest when you didn't have to be.
I think you told me because you loved me.
If you could rewind time, would you still act the same?
Really, I just need answers.
But it doesn't feel right to talk to you anymore.
I have been busy loving someone else.
But wondering how you feel.
If I tried would you talk to me?

The place I went when I wanted to hide.
Get in my car and go for a ride.
Drive up the winding road,
To the place I could call home.
Step out of my car to smell the fresh air,
To feel the wind rush through my hair.
Sudden feeling of pure bliss.
I can't stay way from this place I always miss.
I've brought friends here
To show them this park that is, to me, so dear.
Watching thier faces light up when they see,
How close to nature they can be.
When my lover first showed me this rare spot I was amazed.
The trees and trials were a maze.
But I come here to regularly
That I've memorized everything.
Every trail, every tree, each bench and sign.
I cherish this place, I can call it mine.

One small seed starts a whole garden.
That's all it takes to transform a boring space.
Just one seed, a drop of water and a little light,
and then suddenly everything changes.
From ugly dirt to a flowing sea of green.
Tender love and car, and thier growth takes flight.
Beautiful colors and shapes that attract beautiful birds and butterflies.
And when the wind blows those flowers dance.
They dance like it's a great big party.
When ever I see their party I want to be invited.
I want to dance among the flowers and the birds and the butterflies.
I want their happiness to be my happiness too.

There are so many beautiful people here.
It's always changing.
There's always something new
As if consistency is something they fear.
The sun shines  brighter here, favoring this spot.
Rushing waves tie my stomach in a knot.
The sand between my toes is buring hot.
Everything here is new to me.
Moving across the country was supposed to make me feel free.
But California is a scary place.
Not all it's cracked up to be.