To The Man Who Showed Me How To Love
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To The Man Who Showed Me How To Love

You came into my life when I needed someone. I never expected that you would be the love of my life.

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To The Man Who Showed Me How To Love

We both know this all started when we met over social media. I remember meeting you at one of your gigs, thinking how talented you were and how I geeked everytime you winked at me. It was the first time we meet, and you already made me feel like the only girl in the room.

We just sort of happened. I can't exactly explain it. After that first night, we were all about each other. A week after we met we started dating and I just remember thinking how crazy this was, but also how it never felt more right. You saw me at my lowest and helped me put back the pieces. You were there for me instantly when we met and never left my side. For that, I will forever be grateful.

I suffered from some bad insecurities about myself and I never felt good enough. I don't even know how you did it, but you built up my confidence again. You helped me remember my self worth and I can't remember the last time I felt this way about myself. Just as you've seen me at my worst, I've seen you too. It breaks my heart everytime. You feel as though you aren't good enough for the life you want to live or even for me. I have to tell you, you're wrong everytime, but you know damn well I'm in this for the long run, and I will gladly remind you everyday for the rest of my life that you are more than enough.

You say how you regret breaking up. Of course during that time I wanted to be with you, but I think we both needed that time to grow and figure ourselves out. I mean we can't deny people questioned whether we were together or not. We still loved each other, and I know we never stopped. How I see it? If we needed those short couple of months apart, to be together for a lifetime, I would do anything to make that happen.

We work hard for this relationship everyday. I could never lie and say we don't fight. It's usually stupid and mainly caused by stress. One of the things I love about you? You never let us go to bed upset with each other. We both would make the long drive for us to fix whatever we are fighting about so we can sleep with ease. You know what's important and you know the value of things, and it's very clear in my book you value me. I can tell you, no one has ever made me feel this way besides my mom.

Since she has passed, you've always acknowledged her and asked questions about her life. You never neglect to talk about her with me and hold me when I cry. You remind me how everything's going to be okay and how she's here with me. I remember on your birthday, just days after we met, I was in her room crying, and you came back held me and had me lay down. You went into her room and grabbed a picture of me as a child that she had on her dresser. You told me that this was my first step to healing and it will get easier and more bearable over time, but you reassured me you would be here for every tear.

Alex Michael Dunlow, I can absolutely tell you you have changed my life for the better. You came when I needed you and again, the rest was history. Thank you for being my person and my best friend and I will forever be grateful for everything you have done for me and for us. I love you.

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