i’m usually just like:
I don’t remember the last time I was this genuinely happy. Sure — things in my life aren’t perfect, but knowing that I am completely accepted by someone is the best feeling in the world. It takes so much stress away knowing that I can put little effort into my appearance and still be the ‘most beautiful girl in the world’ to him. Every morning that we’ve woken up next to each other, he has looked me in the eyes and told me how beautiful he thinks I am. It means so much to hear that, whether or not I believe it.
The best part is that he would never say or do anything that would trigger an anxiety or panic attack. He isn’t vindictive or narcissistic and he doesn’t bring those qualities out in me. When he can tell I’m down or something is bothering me, I can actually open up to him and tell him and he always knows what to say or do to make me feel better. I haven’t had an anxiety attack in about a month. And I’m currently unmedicated. I can only hope things stay this positive.
You know what they say… “When it’s right, it’s right.” I truly believe this. I have spent so much time trying to convince myself that things were right for me when they weren’t… it’s so refreshing to just know that they are. It’s so freeing to not care what anyone else thinks, because I know that he cares and loves me for who I am. It’s time to stop living in the past. I feel like a brand new girl.
I want to apologize for posting anything that may have offended anyone. It was immature and I should have kept it to myself. I hope you see this and know that I never wanted to start anything, but I can’t have you as a part if my life. And I’m also sorry for that, but it’s the only way I can move on.
When I wake up with ratty hair and morning breath with my shirt all pushed up and my blankets twisted around my ankles, you call me perfect.
When I’m in the shower with no make up, exposed and vulnerable with soap all in my hair, you call me perfect.
When I’m upset and crying with mascara running down my face, you comfort me and tell me everything will turn out alright.
When I’m hundreds of miles away and another girl walks your way, you tell her your heart belongs to someone else.
It belongs to me, and mine to you. I’ve never known this feeling. This is the first time it has all felt right.