He told me I wasn’t broken that I had fought a battle and I had won.
That was something I should be proud of. He told me he loved my scars because every time he saw them he was reminded of the fact that I’m still here and there was a moment when I almost wasn’t. It makes him appreciate me that much more.
My heart stopped and I was so thankful for him.
He tells me that I’m a warrior and he’ll kiss my scars. When we go out and I have to use my wheelchair because I’m having a bad pain day he’s determined to make it as much fun as he can, that way it will make it as normal for me as possible.
He has the ability to make something that normally takes away from my confidence and he some how finds a way to make me feel beautiful. He reminds me that I’m worth the extra mile, as he kisses my forehead and tells me I’m beautiful.
He’s patient with me pretty much on all occasions and helps me to understand where true beauty comes from. And he wants me to be healthy. He loves me for me and helps me to do the same.