He loves me, always, and I feel it.
He even loves me at my worst, and I mean worst. The part of me that is hard to love. The part of me that’s rough around the edges. The part of me that I’ve always been ashamed of. The part that often felt unlovable.
Even that part of me is loved by him in the most beautiful way. He’s the first person that’s ever felt like “home”. He’s the first person who has been able to calm me down with a simple touch.
He’s my miracle. He came at the darkest time and brought a light more radiant than the sun. He came and almost immediately I knew he was going to be different than anything I’d ever experienced.
He’s the love of my life. He’s my soul’s keeper and my heart’s desire. He’s my husband. He loves me more beautifully than I’ve ever dreamed.
I love him fiercely. I love him without hesitation and without fear. I love him with everything I have. I always will.
He was designed for me. We were designed for each other. Our love is magical, not because it’s perfect, but because it’s ours. It’s pure and unwavering and it’s better than any romance novel I’ve ever read.
It’s real. It’s authentic. It’s us.
What a beautiful blessing it is to be loved by him.
