Just two months ago, I wrote about how I thought I’d never find love again and how I wasn’t worth it for anyone. A month later, I found him. Someone who listens to me and wants to hear me talk. I don’t think I’ve ever smiled so much in my life. I know I can tell him anything and he won’t judge me. He doesn’t think I’m dramatic after a rough day at work. He’s there when I need him even if it has to be from miles away. He’s not just healing me. He’s healing at least four others, old mes.

The fifteen year old me who just got out of the first relationship I’d ever been in, thinking that being screamed at for not wanting to have sex at fifteen was normal.
The seventeen year old me who was sitting in a mental hospital after being raped for the first time, finding out I was pregnant and miscarried a week later.
The twenty-one year old me who just got out of an abusive two-year relationship with the same guy from when I was fifteen, having almost married him.
The 26 year old me, just a year ago, having been in the situationship from hell.

He’s healing parts of me that I didn’t even realize still needed healing. He listens and makes it known that he cares just as much as I do. I’m not worried about him cheating or hitting me. I know he respects and cares about me. I don’t overthink nearly as much with him. I know I can trust him completely.

I don’t think he knows just how crazy it is that I trust him THAT much. He understands me on a level I’ve never even understood myself.

I see a future for myself, probably for the first time ever and he’s every piece of it. I want a life with him, a future with him. I love him with every fiber of my being.

Love,

LWW