When you were mine...
I was happy.
I was confident.
I was me.
I was a better person.
I was yours.
When you're not mine...
You were happy.
You were confident.
You were you.
You were a better person.
You were his.
As I'm looking at him, I never knew he'd mean this much to me, being around my family and wanting to spend time with me...
It all feels so unreal like if it's a dream. It's a good feeling, a happy feeling. I got to know him well and he finally knew who I was and decided to stay.
He likes me for who I am and I cannot be anymore happier than I am right now.