At times, I question things. Is it really this pull that keeps me? Does he actually care? But when I get lost in doubts, I’m brought back to the truth.
He saved me. He made me brave. He brought me to life, making me feel things I never had. His presence is a sanctuary; I can sit next to him and feel quiet, peaceful. I care about every word he speaks.
He challenged me, pushed me to grow, and helped me discover new depths within myself. All those questions I have, the answer remains the same:
Because of him, love exist for me.
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