Real

I have these dreams.
These...nightmares.
And I say they're crazy.
And you say they're crazy.
Because in those dreams you choose her.
Because in those dreams, you don't choose me.
And I know you have chosen me.
I have chosen you, too.

I'm not a jealous person.
I hate jealous people.
I don't hate myself.
But...

I'm not sure you understand the extent of how much you have done for me.
You have literally saved my life.
I say that all the time.
It's true.
I cry when I think about it.
Happy tears, of course.

So please.
Listen to me as I repeat myself yet again.
Please.
Choose me.
Because not only have I chosen you,
I have fallen in love with you.
The real kind of love.
And I'm scared that someone else will fall in love with you, too.
You are incredibly lovable.
But you and I.
We haven't fallen in love.
We have fallen in the real kind of love.
And that isn't really falling.
It's rising.
And once you've risen to the real kind of love,

You never fall.

-Beaskie