He was, is, and always will be my person. Nothing in this world could change that because…
When I’m sad, he loses sleep just to talk to me.
I think way too far into things, but no matter the time he’s there at my side letting me hash out everything that has upset me from 10 years ago to 10 seconds ago.
He believes in me when I can’t find it in me to believe in myself.
He’s my backbone, my rock, the reason for my sanity. He keeps me going and moving towards my goals.
And loves me when I definitely don’t deserve it.
I can be a lot to handle. I can be messy and awkward and blunt, but no matter what mood I’m in he’s never stopped loving me.
Fighting with him reminds me he’ll never give up on us.
Because he’s not fighting with me, he’s fighting for me.
And never in a million years would call me out for over reacting…
He’ll take the time to hear me out and walk a mile in my shoes before ever coming to any conclusions.
Even though 90% of the time I am.
Because I’m passionate everything but mostly about him. I’d do absolutely anything for this person.
He’s not afraid to tell me when he’s upset, though.
Because he cares enough about me to be straight up with me. To not beat around the bush and push things under the rug. Together, we grow as a unit.
He treats me as his other half but also his equal.
I love it when his face blushes when someone asks him about me or the way he defends me and talks me up. He’d go to the ends of the earth for me.
I’ve never once questioned if this is ‘it.’
This feeling in my gut keeps reminding me to take a deep breath and relax because I’ve found the one.
His love for me is endless.
When he wants nothing but to be left alone, he tells me he loves me before locking himself in his room. He never goes a minute without knowing I feel comfortable and cared for.
And so is mine for him.
He’s my entire world. Every second of every day I spend loving him and it has been that way for some time now and I don’t see it changing… ever.