The Eighth Wonder of the World

By HANNAH STRICKLAND

There are many things in the world that can make a person wonder and leave them in awe, and you were one of those things. You were unlike any person I had ever met. You intimidated me at first. I was scared of what would happen between us. I was scared that you would turn out just like all the other people who came into my life and left before I could even blink twice. But you stayed. You were here for my mood swings, my stupid jokes, my constant need for reassurance, and all the little arguments I would pick with you, and you had no reason to stay, but you still did. You were always willing to watch whatever dumb movie or TV show I picked, even if it was the last thing you wanted to watch.

We were so similar yet so different, and I guess that’s why we worked so well. You would let me go on and on about how much I love dogs and how my days went and everything I love about the world, and you would listen. You didn’t have the best memory, you forgot a lot of things constantly. You couldn’t even remember your dad’s birthday, but you remembered my birthday and the day we started dating and so many little things I told you that I wasn’t even sure you heard when I talked to you. Sometimes you made me angry though, when you barely paid attention to what I was saying, brushed off my feelings, and told me that I was being sensitive. God, you made me so angry.

You never had any idea about the way you made me feel sometimes, and that was my fault. I have never been one to open up about the way I feel, unless it was eating me alive. You always told me that you didn’t deserve me and I always tried to convince you that we were meant to be together. For whatever reason, the universe did not want us to be with anyone else. Whenever I even had a thought about not being with you, I felt sick and my heart would feel like it was going to stop at any moment. Life without you seemed so impossible. Being in love was a foreign concept to me, until I met you. I don’t think I can ever stop loving you.