The Art of Unbecoming.

organizeddecadence:

James Morrison- You Make It Real

There’s this girl. She’s not just any girl. She’s the girl. I met her one summer when I was just a kid. I knew from the moment that I saw her there was something different about her. It was like I had met her before, in a dream of mine. We hung out that entire summer. Staying up late, getting into trouble, and spending hours just talking about the universe. She quickly became my best friend, and romance quickly followed. I lost my footing over the next year or so, and allowed things such as fear and doubt to mask what was there. The years that followed consisted of both of us losing ourselves in order to allow us to find ourselves before we decided to face each other again. Our year of reconciliation went wrong in every way possible, so wrong that to this day I’m still unsure if we’re going to make it. 

Things I do know now though: I know that I am here, and that I want nothing more than to try my hardest to make this work. I know that if she were anybody else that I would not feel this way about her, especially after the things we’ve been through. I know that there are days that I would not get through if it wasn’t for her. And I know that if this thing called love is real then this is the closest thing to it that there will ever be.

You see, we have some things to work out, a lot of things, and we are by no means perfect, neither of us are. But I wouldn’t rather be spending my time or effort on anyone or anything else when it comes down to it. Because the way that I see it is that you only get this chance once. I’ve been in a solid, long-term relationship before and I spent years trying to make love happen, but if you don’t start with it then it’s never going to be. I believe you start with the love and build for the relationship, not the other way around, not when it’s as real and pure as this. I’m not stupid, and this isn’t Disney, love is messy and wretched and horrifying. It takes a lot of hard work and is full of sacrifice, but in the end you just have to ask yourself one question. Is the juice worth the squeeze?

This one is for you. Because even after all of my insecurities, over-thinking, irrational worries, and just all around faults, you’re the one I want at the end of the day. I need you to bear with me, and I need your support this time, for real, like I’ve always been there for you. And when I play this song and close my eyes it’s just like you’re here with me. Your smell. Your taste. Your touch. You make it real for me.

Hello fellow universe tumblrs, 

The man who wrote this is my other half. I truly see the universe in this human being. That is all.