How can it be so?

Mersadie has completed inhibited my mind. There is no other way around it. Though she and I have had a, well, tough relationship, I feel that we've gotten past so much. I met her in 2008 through my high school social network. We started texting eachother for a few weeks and then met in person. From there...something occurred. I realized that she would be a titular puzzle piece in my life. Until recently, I didn't realize that this puzzle piece...has found its place. My heart feels wanted. I feel wanted...for the first time in my life. Through a relationship that ended in broken pieces, our friendship has been salvaged. Weeks ago, I experiencesd a crystalizing realixation that tinkered on the brink of an epiphany. I love her. There are no simpler words than that. I adore her. When I wake from a slumber, she is the first thing that comes to mind. When I write, she in there in the back of my mind. Sure, I've been in one serious relationship before, but it never felt genuine. Of course, it was tangible...but it wasn't something that I truly wanted. I wanted my relationship with Mersadie. With her, I felt something completely different than that past relationship. Sadie and I have had a difficult relationship. Things were said, actions were acted upon...and, at one point, I stopped talking to her completely because I was being influenced by someone who didn't care about me. Didn't know me. In November of 2009, I grew weary of that relationship and decided that I wanted Mersadie back in my life. I needed her in my life. I had thought about her every day...every week...every time I opened a volume of Nabokov. And then, in December, my romantic feelings for her returned. Again, things were said and feelings were hurt, but I didn't give up. I had realized that I did truly love her. That I love her. With every inch of my ribald heart. Until recently, she and I have grown so much closer. She knows me. Truly. Knows what I enjoy. What I love. What I dislike. Who I dislike. This may sound a bit cliche, but she was meant to pervade and inhibit my mind. And I am all the better because of it.

I love you, Sadie. Remember that, my Annabelle Lee.