Crying.

Crying because I stumbled across one of those quotes you see every so often about how you deserve to be treated in a relationship and how no girl deserves any less than a man who worships her.
Crying because I used to read those words thinking that I were dreaming if I thought any of it could be real, because past experiences with “love” had made me believe that it’s rare to find someone who will make you feel beautiful on your lowest days, who will reassure you of your worth when you feel the world is dragging you down.
Crying because I’m living my dream, I have met the man who worships me like the Queen I wish I was, who reminds me that he loves every single bit of my being even when my face is covered in scars and things that weren’t there in the beginning. He has loved me through it all and will love me through it all.
So here I am, Crying. Because my heart is truly happy. I am truly happy.