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To be loved

Every now and then in life u meet someone who's special. You were not looking for this person, but well, they bumped into you anyway.

While you were not sad before they came along, they make you happy. And while you weren't lonely before they came along, they make you feel like you belong.

Little by little this person changes you- not because they want you to, because they love you as much for your flaws, as they love you for things in you that are right,

But because when u think of them, u think of all the things they do for you. And to you, and you want to match that. You want to be as good for them, as good as they are to you.

So you change, little by little. And as a result of this, you realize, that your happier than ever. He's added a bounce to your walk, a sparkle to your smile. Lights up your days and ur nights.

And when he leaves, its easy to loose it all. Why should you look happy, when ur not? Why should you still walk with a bounce?

And sink into depression, let the bad time sink in, and become mournful, despondent and all the other words that describe basic sadness.

Then you realize, that should he see you now, he would not recognize what he loved. And should you loose everything you gained when he was around, he'd become a footprint on the sand.

It would be as though he never was, and if u forget him, who will remember him? And if u forget him, how then will you know you were ever loved at all?

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