Thank you for having the patience of a saint when dealing with our mood swings.
Through the destruction, I found this clarity. This love and respect for the person I am.
You just fit in, like the missing jigsaw piece to my life and I knew that no matter what happens now, you’ll always be here because it wouldn’t be right without you.
Thank you for teaching me the value of being alone.
It was you who taught me that time and distance don’t have power over a real connection. It was you who showed me that real love doesn’t leave, doesn’t run, doesn’t fade when the roads turn and twist.
You made it easy for me to trust you, to be vulnerable with you. When I cried, you accepted every tear and let me cry until I couldn’t anymore.
Thank you for staying despite the countless flaws. And thank you for accepting them. All of them, without asking for more than a peck on the cheek and a gentle hug.
Thank you for the emotional pain that seemed to leave wounds all over my body, for I know now the freedom of opening up to vulnerability.
This is for every man that has taught us to love ourselves, in all our shapes and forms and flaws and inequalities, and encouraged us to never stop fighting.
Don’t settle. That’s what I learned from you.