An open letter to the love of my life:
To my Sun and Stars,
So right now you’re probably sitting in some stuffy little hotel room with my nephew, squinting at your phone to read my latest blog post because you have nothing better to do before tonight’s gig.
Meanwhile I’m sitting here in my little apartment with my niece, living in complete denial that my first class starts tomorrow at 8am.
When I sat down to write this post, I was completely out of ideas of what to write about. Like, I seriously had ZERO ideas. I was literally about thirty seconds away from just diving into a rant about movie remakes and how sucky and utterly pointless every single one of them is (but everyone already knows that anyway). But then I caught myself staring at it again – the ring you gave me two weeks ago.
Then I started thinking about how much I miss you.
And then I decided “screw it, my followers can deal with some sappy romantic shit” and started typing.
I seriously don’t know how I’m going to make it these next few months without you. Hell, sometimes I still wonder how I lasted the first eighteen years of my life without you…
Right about now, you’re probably thinking I’m fucking crazy or hit my head and got amnesia or something. And you kind of have a point. I think I was two years old when my mom started giving you piano lessons (by the way, you were always her favorite. Don’t tell her I told you!). And I was sixteen when you invited Lucas to join your band (I am SO glad you replaced those two idiots you originally had with you. Oh my God).
Anyway, the point is, I’ve known you for almost as long as I can remember.
But just ‘knowing’ you was different. I mean sure, I’ve had a crush on you since I was like, twelve. But you were so much older and cooler and way out of my league. I didn’t think I’d ever stand a chance with you. And then after I went through all that shit with that douchebag, I kinda got scared of being with ANYONE, let alone the sexiest, dorkiest, sweetest man on the entire planet (that’s you, in case you were wondering).
Then I guess I finally grew a pair once I turned eighteen. Funny what adulthood can do to you, huh? And ever since that day when I finally worked up the courage to ask you out… something changed.
I didn’t just “know” you anymore. You became a part of me. You changed me completely. I wasn’t just “Clara” anymore, if you know what I mean. I was (the younger and cuter 😉 ) half of something much better – Clara and Florian.
I feel like I don’t tell you this enough. But seriously. You’re everything to me.
The Ron to my Hermione. The Han to my Leia (But if you ever say “I know” when I tell you I love you, I’ll smack you). The Doctor to my River. The Angel to my Buffy. The Shepard to my Vakarian (yes, I get to be Garrus. He’s way cooler!). You get the idea.
That’s probably the cheesiest thing I’ve ever written in my life. But you know what? That’s what you do to me, Florian. That’s how much I love you. Just thinking about you turns me into a pile of sappy, cheesy, romantic goo…
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
It’s gonna kill me waiting for you these next few months. But I’m so proud of you, baby. I know you’re gonna kick so much ass out there and have so many stories to tell me when you get back.
So have the time of your life, okay? Keep Lucas out of trouble. And don’t forget how much I love and miss you (hint: It’s a whole fucking lot).
HUGE shout-out to Marialein for designing Clara’s new blog banner! ❤