you know what one of the things i love most about this man is? he’s seen my thighs. he’s seen all the scars, all the marks, and he still holds me.
he’s heard my stories about my past, and he still kisses me. he knows i’m trying to stop smoking cigarettes (and not doing so hot so far) and he still loves me.
he loves me- he loves every flaw and imperfection and i never thought anyone could love like this. hell, i never thought i could love like this.
good things are here and i’m absolutely blessed to have him in my life. so far i’m convinced that this is the best thing to ever happen to me and i honestly hope it never ends.