I always forget that there’s this person who is willing to keep me warm through the cold. This person who’s honest and tells me directly that I look shagged/haggard, and then love me all the same when I am ugly as hell. And I always forget that no matter how flawed I think I am, or that I’ll never be good enough, there’s this somebody who will love me for who I am.
The hug, the kisses, and those soft gentle words. Your constant questions about what was going through my mind to show you really want to know how I am feeling.
There’s always this person who thinks I am good enough.