I truly found an amazing man.
I’ve never been treated like this before.
It’s not that every man in my past was bad;
we just never quite fit.
But with him…
It’s like we’re the perfect amount of
opposite
and the same
in all the right ways.
When he comforts me,
my anxiety settles.
When he makes me laugh,
I genuinely forget why I was even upset.
When I’m hurting,
he listens to understand,
and then he adjusts
because he wants to love me better.
He has seen some of the ugliest,
most painful parts of me,
and he loves me anyway.
Every time I reveal another piece of who I am,
I catch myself holding my breath,
waiting for this to be the thing
that finally makes him leave.
But he doesn’t run.
He doesn’t hide.
He just stays.
His feet planted firmly in front of me,
holding all the weight I’ve just handed him,
and all he says is,
“More.”
I’m never too much.
I’m finally
never
too much.