If you asked me what the name “Vincent” means to me, I would delve into
deep detail to explain what its significance means to me.
Maybe something like this:
He is: admirable, intelligent, talented, ambitious, hardworking, passionate, kind, caring, appreciative, honest, considerate, strong, creative, observant, funny,
silly, expressive, logical, emotional, and nerdy.
Vincent truly reminds me of all the things I’ve found to love. He is the comfort of my
bed right before I have things to attend. He is the
music that I find myself dancing to in my
head. He is the hot chocolate that I sip on a winter
day. He is a star that lights up my way. He is the sun that shines ever so brightly, the gleam throughout the forest’s trees. Despite his touch being
cold as though he’s tangled with the moon, he warms me up with that same touch and brings warmth to my cheeks. He is a beautiful, sunny day; providing warmth that only one in love can observe. I love Vincent more than life itself, an easy thing to state.