You.
You made me felt like I was significant, that I was beautiful.
I didn't have to hide anything from you.
I could tear myself apart time and time again, yet you always just try so hard to put the pieces back for me though I beg you not to. Because I am so afraid all is too good to be true.
Sometimes I really think you saved my life.
And I love you.
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