I was cynical before about love like you wouldn’t believe. I had my heart locked up and buried thousands of feet in the sea. Over the years, I have built stone walls to protect myself from being hurt. That caused many of my relationships to dissolve at the first sign of distress.
Until I met someone who loved me - enough. Loved me through the time my defenses shot up and I was as lovable as an icy underground bunker. Loved me when, in my stressed-up self, I was an emotional porcupine, hurting the very one I loved with my quills, poisoning our love. I self-destructed the relationship like a twisted terrorist programmed to blow-up friend, not foe.
But her love didn’t die. And once I realised my wrong, when I saw the terrible results of my vicious cycle, and when I returned to her, I found out she’d been waiting all along for me to come around.
Thank you for believing that we were destined for each other. Thank you for sticking to ‘us’ when everything was coming apart and I was shutting you out. I’m so grateful for you. And so blessed I have you.
Now I am amazed at how, with growing frequency, we think the same thoughts. How our love is maturing with each unhurried minute spent together. A journey of discovery that is life-long. It sounds corny like you wouldn’t believe, but I am loving her more every time we meet, touch, talk.
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