I told you all my deepest, darkest secrets. And you accepted them.
The girl of 6+ years ago, who cut, and starved herself to near death, who wallowed in a sickly and cyclical depression. She isn’t gone, just transformed.
I told you all of this, when I thought I wasn’t ready. And all you did was tell me that it won’t ever change the way you feel about me and that you still care for me. Still love me.
We’ve only dated 5 months. You could have run. So easy to just up and go.
But I remember something you said to me, on our fourth date or so. That you have never quit anything in your life.
And I’m so glad you chose not to quit me.
I see a future for us I saw with no one else. And you’ve accepted even my darkest past. And so the future has only become brighter.