As I'm laying here in bed I can't help but think about life, my future, the decisions I've made and will soon HAVE to make as well as their possible outcomes, there's one thing prominent. I would very likely be dead right now if not for my boyfriend. I struggled for years with mental health. My body and life had no value. Whenever anyone would ask me about my aspirations and goals, my dreams, I'd never have an answer. Because my answer was simple. Nothing. I dreamt no dreams or painted a future. I saw myself as worthless trash that had no purpose. I told myself, after graduating highschool I would kill myself. That was my plan. I had given up. I felt broken beyond repair and lost. I felt alone. I felt that I was betrayed by friends and family. I turned my back on everything just as they did to me. Everyday my thighs had new scars. My right one was so damaged that I didn't feel anything. I was lost and empty.
Until I met him.
He was broken too.
But even though he wasn't at his best, I saw he was the brightest little star.
No matter what pain he was going through he still managed to make me smile. He managed to make me love living again. Thats when I knew how special he was. Because of him I have dreams. Because of him, I'm alive and well. Because of him, I work harder for a better life so that WE can have a life together.
We're continuing to mend each other's broken pieces, but I can say in confidence that I love this man and I never want anything to happen to him. He's too precious.
He's got a big heart uwu