We're the Last of Our Kind.

Here’s the thing; I’m in love, and not the way people might think. You know, the whole candle light dinner and red roses kind of love, no, I once desired it, I use to believe that nothing was more romantic than that, I also use to think that there was nothing better than a first kiss or a long hug underneath the stars, but then… I met him, Him. I knew as soon as I walked in that room and saw him there, sitting, waiting, that I would fall in love. I did. I would tell people we have nothing in common, complete opposites. And it would be true in a way, but the thing is that we’re exactly the same, two of a kind; it’s hard to explain because we rarely agree with each other and I’m pretty sure he understands less than half of what I tell him, I never understand what he tells me. But it’s true, we’re so alike, I feel like I’ve known him for a century and yet every time I’m with him I’m a kid again, I’m eleven years old and I’m in love, holding his hand for the first time, incapable to move no matter how sweaty my hand gets, I won’t let go…ever. You know those five seconds right before the first kiss? How time stops and gravity can’t hold you down no matter how hard it tries? That’s exactly how it feels when he looks into my eyes. He had never been in love before we met (or so he tells me) so here I thought that I was going to show him what true love was, it turns out that he was the one to teach me, he was there to wipe my tears the night the world came crashing down, he believed in us when no one else did, not even me, and he carried me all the way when I wanted to give up. We’re the last of our kind, maybe even the only ones, for no matter how old we are, we’ll always be eleven, eleven and in love, running around our home chasing each other with toy guns, sailing through the sea on our couch, or fighting the evil spider that lives in our closet, but always together. People think that love is so complicated, I use to believed that, but the truth is that it is people who are complicated not love, love is simple, it’s a look across a crowded room, a pillow fight, walks on the beach, having him tuck my hair behind my ear. I’m in love, that will never change, I’m lucky, every day I’ll wake up wondering what new adventures will I encounter, and the best part is that I won’t be facing them alone, no, he’ll be right there to rescue me from the dragon and find the treasure, I’ll always have my partner in crime, my prince, my best friend, my husband.


Moy and Abby