I love you," she said. "Not because you made me feel things. Not because you set my heart on fire.
Not because you put me first on the list or because you saved me your front seats. I love you because even if I am at my darkest days, you don't tell me to wait for the sun to perk up instead you tell me that we all go through that phase.
You don't tell me I'll be over it soon but instead you tell me what there is why it happened. You don't tell me to escape from my struggles but you motivate me to face them because I am braver than my looks.
You don't only give me special treatments instead, you made me feel what being a real human should feel.
You put validations over the things inside of me that I can't accept and that being imperfect is perfection. Being delicate is normal.
Being grey is neutral but still good for blending. You made me your favorite part of the day and that I learned to love myself by loving you. You made me my own person."
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