It’s You. It’s Always Been You✨

 It’s You. It’s Always Been You.

I heard someone say it’s easy to write about someone you love, so here I am — writing to you, writing about you.

I get why most love phrases seem corny. I, for one, frown upon corny. I mean, the least you can be is original. Yet with you, it’s corny”ly” (I am allowed, by the way, to make up words)… with you, it’s cornyly easy to say: it’s you. It’s always been you.

Perhaps one may question my choice of words — like “always” — when there’s been so many others before. Maybe scratch “so many”; that’s just me being extra. I mean, I would question such sentiments too.

Perhaps I could school the reader for clarity’s sake. Perhaps I could tell them how even in the midst of the others I thought I had, you were there. I knew you. And you knew me. You’ve always been the one.

I have also heard that to be loved is to be seen. And you, my love — more than I have ,have seen me. Truly and wholly. And still, you’re here.

A couple of years back, I would say to anyone willing to listen, “You’ve got to come healed.” Why, you never asked — but I’ll tell you still: because I’ve heard that hurt people hurt people. Now for someone who stands by such made-up and somewhat true statements, you’d expect them to come correct [laughs once]. Yet pulling a page from the book of double standards and with all the audacity, there I was — pretentiously blind to my shortcomings ,presenting myself to you as whole, untainted.

But you saw me. You let me know I didn’t have to come whole. That I wouldn’t hurt you, even if I tried. Was

I thought you didn’t know what you were talking about, so I gave myself whole to those who would have me. But that’s just the thing — to be had never measured up to being seen. And I really preferred, still do prefer, the latter.

Oh, how I have been had by the blind.

I could go on. I want to go on…and I will go on. Because how can I be loved and not make it known? How can I not speak of you — who has seen me and stripped off me the cheap material I once called cover — only so you could be my cover yourself?

I ponder how you do it. How you wait for me to choose you back. For once, to truly see you.

We live in a world where someone woke up one day and convinced the rest of us that what you love must be kept sacred — private — quiet. That keeping it hidden somehow keeps it safe. But you do the opposite. And I love that for me.

So how can I be silent and subtle when you make it known, when you make me known as yours —loudly so?

I suppose I got lost. I meant to talk about how I love you too — so much. But your promises to me, your eyes that see me, your words that cover me — to love and be loved by you — make this story, yours and mine,the greatest love story I will live to tell to whomever will listen.

We live in a world that constantly uses corny phrases like LOML for “the love of my life”, that’s ok I guess for them. You, the lover of my soul are more than that, You are the God of my life, You see me.

To me to be loved is to be seen

It’s You.

It’s Always been You El Roi

With All My Heart 

 Zazaza✨