Before you...

I had given up on love. I didn't believe in it anymore. I believed that people could be infatuated with each other, and I believed that you could really care about someone for the rest of your life, but I never believed in love. The thing where you put your welfare before theirs, like in the movies, where you jump in front of a bullet because you love that person more than you love yourself. I always thought, that when it came down to it, no one would ever put their lives up for another person. I had hope, I believed in the kind of love between myself and God. I saw what people called love, between my parents and my grandparents, I just thought that even if it did exist, I would never have it for myself. I was broken, and every piece of me was left with the last guy who had broken my heart. The guys who abandoned me for other girls, the guys who only cared about me if I would get into their beds, the guys who weren't capable of the kind of love I was looking for. I stopped believing, I stopped looking, and it was then that you showed up.

When I first met you...

I didn't believe a word you said. You asked me on a date, and I was reluctant to go, because I just knew it would be a whole night of shoving your hands off of me, and making you stop talking, because everything you said made me uncomfortable. I told myself that you were just like the other guys. But you weren't. You made me laugh (You don't get scared during scary movies, huh?), you were a gentleman, and even though I'm crazy awkward, you never made me feel uncomfortable in this new experience. We had one good date, I didn't know if it would ever go beyond that, I was scared to get attached, because I had promised myself that no guy would ever be let in again, but here you were, messing with my brain. When you asked me on another date, I didn't want to say yes. I thought that I could get over you after just one date, but that second one would ruin me, and my heart didn't have much fight left in it. You asked me to be your girl, and I was happy. I didn't expect it to last, I knew you would get tired of me, like everyone else did, and that you would find someone better, cause the last ones did. I guess I was wrong though, because here you are today, still loving me.

Now...

I feel a love for you, that I never thought I would experience. I know, beyond a doubt, that it's the kind of love where I wouldn't hesitate to jump in front of a bullet for you. It's the kind that keeps me awake at night, glowing with because I can't contain the happiness you bring me. The kind that makes me smile just because a thought of you slipped across my mind. This love, my love, is the kind that still has me thinking of you nonstop through the day, every day, for two years now. You have found every single one of my broken pieces and taped them back together with your sweet words, the way you take care of me, and the prayers you have prayed for me. Thank you for showing me that love does exist, thank you for putting my broken pieces back together.