Heartache after heartache, I believe I finally found my "person." We evolved from friends to whom always talked on the phone and supported each other when things became incredibly tough. Since the start of this amazing friendship I've been blessed to have. We instantly clicked and day by day we became closer until finally you and I were best friends tackling our problems and insecurities together.
I remember our late night walks around my neighborhood, where you tried helping me with various problems and never failed to make me smile. Such as a relationship that was quickly diminishing, and the mental scarification from the emotional abuse that I've dealt with for months from a prior ex-boyfriend. You were astonished that I went through the things I have; I could tell that what happened to me in the past angered you and brought out disgust. While you were trying to understand who would hurt me, I was trying to understand why you cared. A man caring about me that did not share the same bloodline as me felt like a foreign behavior that I could not fully comprehend.
Quickly, your presence became calming to me. Being around you felt like a safe haven from my problems because it seemed as if you understood everything that bothered me and you had shown me true sympathy. You did not judge me over my imperfections or humiliate me somehow for personal benefit.
Yet, your presence was not the only thing that I was drawn in by. I believe your diction, or word choice, also was part of it. Everything you said portrayed how intelligent and kind you are in such a smooth manner. I was intrigued during each and every discussion no matter what the topic was. I rapidly felt myself falling for the boy who I acknowledged as my best friend.
I wasn't afraid by this though, slowly you were and still are restoring my trust in men and fixing the imperfections left by the boys before you who mistreated me. By constantly reassuring me that you have no intentions to hurt me is just adding another brick into the metaphorical wall that is only going to build me up from the ground that lays out my insecurities.
Honestly, at times when I was starting to fall for your affectionate and witty persona, I began to immensely doubt myself. Constant thoughts of myself getting hurt again misconstrued my outlook on something that honestly turned out to be so absolutely amazing. It was hard dealing with these toxic notions that inhabited my mind. Perhaps, it was from my anxiety or depression that haunted my every day life. Who knows, yet I am so glad I did not follow through with those unjust thoughts.
You are such an amazing person, I am honored to have such an influential individual in my life that only wants to see me do great things-- who only wants to build my self-esteem up and not break it down like the other men have. You are simply one of a kind, even though our relationship is rapidly reaching three months of dating, which to most seems like nothing. I must say that you by far are the best person I have ever been with, also such an amazing best friend still. You are my rock, even when we were just friends. Words can not explain how happy I am to have my wonderful boyfriend named Michael.
