Just a raw journal
What did I do to deserve actually being happy like this? You make me feel completely whole. When you tell me I'm perfect I believe you actually think so. And maybe you're bad at showing your feelings sometimes, but that's okay. Because I'm a swingy emotional wreck a lot of the time. And usually I hate myself. And sometimes it's hard for me to find light in the little things. Sometimes I think too much and cry too often and make big things out of minuscule details. But that's okay too. Because everyone is flawed. Some more than others. But you love me. You accept me just like this. I'm not sure how or why- but you do. Just exactly how I already am. Broken. And you're fixing me slowly without even realizing it. You're finding long lost parts of me I'd forgotten about. I couldn't remember how to be happy. For a long time I didn't think I could. You taught me otherwise. Now I know what love feels like, and I'm taking baby steps to learn to love myself. Because the way you look at me just makes me feel so complete and sends me straight to cloud nine. You are so perfect for me, I've needed you for so long and now I'm realizing that. You make me happy. Truly, genuinely happy. And I hope these butterflies never leave.
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