One of the hardest things to come to terms with is that my first love, didn't love me back.
I spent 3 years with a man who I constantly had to explain myself to.
Who told me to my face in all types of ways that I wasn't good enough.
Yet I loved him unconditionally, for those 3 years and for so many more.
I still believe part of me would break if he weren't on this planet, and it's sad to think that he doesn't feel that way too.
When I finally get married this year, I know it's to a man who loves me for me. Someone I'll never have to justify myself to.