I am flawed. I am insecure, jealous, possessive, overbearing, needy, and ill tempered. I am awkward a I am imperfect and I am unloveable. But not when you look at me. When you look at me, you see someone different. Someone better. You see someone confident and humble, beautiful and happy. You see someone
happy and cheerful with a million friends and a kickass sense of humor. You see the potential for my future, the things I've learned from my past. You see a realist and a dreamer, someone who is patient and kind and fair. You see someone you love.
And when you look at me, sometimes, just sometimes, I think I could really be that person you see. I think I could really be that. Because it gives me so much hope for myself, for the future, that you could see all that in me. That someone as extraordinary as you could spend so much time loving and caring for someone so mundane as me.
From the moment you began looking my way, it felt like I was basking in a shower of warm, comfortingly cozy sunlight. It was like bathing in affection, adoration, amicability. Love, lust, peacefulness, I felt them all for the first time with you.
I sometimes wish I hadn't made the choice to become involved with you. With someone that I knew would end up hurting me when you left. But then I remember the good times. The breathtaking memories we had, the perfect first kiss, the times you made me feel safe and secure and normal for the first time in my life.
You don't know this, but you saved me. I was floundering in my own despair and my own regrets and sorrows, and you saved me.
So thank you, my love. Thank you for loving me and seeing me and making me be something better.I will never forget you.
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