This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue.

        All of our lives we're told that someone out there is meant to be the love of our life, our best friend, our soul mate, that someday with someone we'd be happy. It's a short word that's easy to spell, difficult to define. I've been told it's impossible to live without. I'm really not looking for it, really not even sure I believe it exists. I just want a different ending to the same old story. Because he makes me smile for the weirdest reasons, because he makes me laugh for no reason whatsoever.

        For the past 2 years or so, my fear has been being vulnerable. The chance that someone else, if given the chance, could possibly tear apart your insides was enough to keep me hiding from the world. He, however, makes my smile become permanent, laughter more frequent. He took away my fear and gave me hope, but more importantly, for the first time in a long time, instead of wanting to hide, he gave me every reason to be found. I don't know if it's love, if it's meant to be, if it'll last. I just know I'd rather survive a war with him, than stay safe all alone.