I know it's hard to believe, but I also know deep down that you know it's true.

He isn't him.

He doesn't look through you, he looks into your eyes.

He doesn't distractedly nod and "mmhm" you when you speak to him, he actually listens.

He laughs at you, not in a demeaning way because of your mistakes and mishaps, but because he loves your sense of humor.

You catch him looking at you from the driver seat while you're singing along to your favorite song, and it isn't an annoyed glare... it's a look of admiration. And when you quiet down out of habit, he encourages you to keep singing, even louder than before.

He encourages you to keep writing because he isn't afraid of your voice and the truth it holds. He is honest and kind and pure. He has nothing to hide.

He is nothing like him.

He doesn't try to keep you in the shadows, he knows you are a light and he helps you burn brighter.

He doesn't make you feel like the problem when things go wrong in his own life.

He doesn't make you feel inadequate. Ever.

He makes you feel beautiful, and not just when you're naked.

He doesn't treat the word "love" like something you're undeserving of. He doesn't make you work for his affection. He loves on you freely and wholly and without condition.

I know it's hard to believe and he's nothing like you're used to.

He's not him.

But he is everything you deserve.