Everlong/Soulmate

With the red light turned on I’m hugging the phone into my collar bone, spilling out tears while I try to explain to you all my sins. Listening to the Parachutes album, which is only making it all worse, the whole time.
You think about a lot of things before you get married. You think about your future, your past, your ex’s, people you’d admired from a far, what could happen with that person, what could happen without that person. The things that come into your mind sometimes.. well, we can leave it at that.
I think the most important realization I came to, while I spent the months leading up to the marriage thinking about it, is that you can dwell on your past relationships, or even dwell on the what-ifs, but it doesn’t matter. When it’s theone, it’s theone and your whole body knows it. Real love, real true love, it’s intense and it’s crazy and it’s that kind of stay-up-all-night-and-fuck kind of passion, but at the same time, it’s easy. It’s so easy. It just falls into place like it was always there. I never understood that until just recently. I fought my way through relationships for years, and I still have my fair share of fights with Scott, but it’s different. We fight over not being able to talk to each other enough because we live on different continents. When we are actually together the extent of our arguements are about who is going to take bring the laundry up from the laundry room because it’s four flights of stairs down and on the opposite side of the building and we’re both lazy.
It’s just so easy with him. And I’m just so lucky for finding that in someone.
I may not believe in soulmates, but that doesn’t mean I’m not thankful every single day for being able to live my life with him in it.

Hello, I waited here for you… And I wonder when I sing along with you. If every thing could ever be this real forever. If anything could ever be this good again. The only thing I’ll ever ask of you, you gotta promise not to stop when I say when.