so i have not told you
but it is long overdue.
i have met the love of my life. he is the most amazing boy i have ever known. i had lost all hope in men; my animosity towards them barely gave any one of them a dying chance. but he asked me out, and i said yes on a whim. little did i know at the time, this boy is extraordinary. cute, sweet, courteous. he likes to read, he likes to write. he gave me a mix on our second date. i fell for him quicker than i would have ever expected - hell, i was so lonely and cynical and depressed, i had no expectations or even really a desire for love at all. but he changed all of that.
i seriously consider him my guardian angel, i don’t care if it sounds dramatic or cheesy or whatever. he has stood by me through this shitstorm, without wavering. he has told me it is his mission in life to make me happy (success). he is genuine. he calls me beautiful every day. he opens the car door for me. he makes me laugh. he teases me, in a way i enjoy. i can be myself around him. we have a ball together. we adore each other. he has my heart, totally and completely. i am so beyond grateful to have him in my life. he literally saved me. i was an inch away from death, my heart was being eaten away at and had had enough. and i don’t think i would have cared if it wasn’t for him. i love him, with every fiber of my being.
