He loves me, the REAL me, the sad, mad, happy, upset, silly, hyper, tired, good, bad... ALL of me... and I don't get it. I don't know how I can slowly (and almost unwillingly) allow myself to lay my imperfections out on the table and he still thinks I'm beautiful and he loves me... every bit of just me.
I don't really understand it, I've never let myself come so far, I've never let myself fall completely in love with someone who has taken the time to climb over the walls I've built up inside of me... I've never let myself trust so much that I'm terrified of what I might learn about myself. I've never let myself be real. So many times, I feel like I have to be perfect, but he is ready and willing to accept the flaws, the mistakes, the mood swings, the not-so-good days, the past, every thing that has made me into who I am, every single bit of me... not a perfect me, but the real me. Maybe it's a simple thing, but it blows me away... And I hope and pray that I will continue to unconditionally love him the way that he loves me, the way that God loves. Unconditional Love.
I don't really understand it, I've never let myself come so far, I've never let myself fall completely in love with someone who has taken the time to climb over the walls I've built up inside of me... I've never let myself trust so much that I'm terrified of what I might learn about myself. I've never let myself be real. So many times, I feel like I have to be perfect, but he is ready and willing to accept the flaws, the mistakes, the mood swings, the not-so-good days, the past, every thing that has made me into who I am, every single bit of me... not a perfect me, but the real me. Maybe it's a simple thing, but it blows me away... And I hope and pray that I will continue to unconditionally love him the way that he loves me, the way that God loves. Unconditional Love.
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