Me and my love have been together for almost four months (in ten days it will be four months actually). Throughout those almost four months, I have fallen harder than I thought I ever would. Harder than I thought I was capable of. You see, growing up in a household where the head relationship is absolute shit, and doesn't really seem like it'd be a whole lot of fun, doesn't really make for a good example. My whole life has been one big neon sign screaming, "NO," every time a relationship came into play, and every relationship I would attempt to be in, ended up fucking me over anyway! So, for a long time I had sworn off any type of relationship with the opposite sex.
But after a year of finding myself, I found my love, and he's one of the greatest things that could happen to me. He really does complete me, I'm not just saying that. When I'm with him I find it easier to smile, and I can talk to him about anything. He's my best friend; I'm not afraid to be myself around him, which would include my crazy, slap-happy phases
So this one's for you baby, for all the crap you have to put up with, and for all the times you haven't given up on me. This one's for every smile you've blessed me with, and the life you've given me. This is for opening my eyes to what I really deserve, and who I really am. This if for giving me a family and giving me the greatest love.
This is for being my perfection.
I love you.
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