Throughout her life, she’d only ever truly loved three people: her mother, who taught her to love the most, her father, who taught her to love the best, and her brother, who taught her to love endlessly. She watched her mother love her father, despite him drifting away at times, and watched her forgive her sister for causing all the heartbreak in her mother’s family. She saw her father’s heart break for the people beyond help and beyond saving and saw him fight for those who simply couldn’t. She looked on at her brother who comforted the girl who broke his heart and slept with his best friend when her father died. She thought she knew everything in the world about love. She loved the most, and the best, and endlessly. What else was there for her to learn?
But then he came into the picture. Not fast and destructive, like a tornado tearing through and scattering all the pieces of her life left behind, but slow and quietly, like a star being born in the vacuum of space, never disturbing the celestial beings in it’s orbit. Yes, she knew how to love, but what she didn’t know was what love was. She learned that love was him introducing her to his friends and not caring when they call him whipped. She learned that love was going out of his way to make sure she was never alone. Love was him holding her hand just to know that she was still there, and that she was always going to be. Love was him staying up late and not being able to fall asleep because he wasn’t positive she had gotten home alright.
But when she learned what love was, she also learned that a person is not perfect. He wasn’t and she sure as hell was nowhere near it. They were never perfect together. But she could make him laugh. And she learned she would spend all the time in the world making him laugh. She made him admit to being different in a world that has been screaming for decades for people to be the same. She taught him what love was while he was teaching her, and they showed each other how to love, and how to be loved. All of the years of time and space and all of the people in the universe had conspired to get them here to this place. Where her mother loved her the most, and her father loved her the best, and her brother who loved her endlessly, and the first love of her life who showed her what love was. He didn’t ever hurt her, or change her, but loved her when he was with her and when he was without her. So in the end, she loved the most, and the best, and endlessly. And she could see what love was, from a thousand miles away.
So this was for the boy who showed her what love was and for all the people she loved after. Because they were loved most, and best, and endlessly, and tangibly.