Looking at what some men do, and remembering one whose "love" I once endured, I feel so lucky to have who I have now. And nearly every day I think to myself, that even if this doesn't last forever, I will still feel so lucky to have met someone who helped me trust again, and who has reminded me how good real love can feel. The very fact that I can say now "what a good man I have" is something I never expected to be able to say again, and now I can. Thank you, boyfriend, for helping me find my humanity again to be able to see the existence of another's.
3:43 a.m. - 2014-03-12