As I go through her page for the nth time, I can't help but think ; How?

How could she hurt someone so kind and gentle?
How could she treat you like you weren't worth anything?
How could she look at you in the eye and tell you that you didn't matter?

Though hurtful words were said to you, I am thankful that she hurt you. Only because she gave me the chance to be with you, to show you what it's like to be truly loved. Flaws and all.

You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. And even though you treat me unkind at times, I know they are out of fear.

Fear of going through what she made you go through. But I promise, my love, as long as we both shall live, I will fight for us no matter how strong the storm may be — as long as you fight it with me. I will never leave.

I want to show you that you are worth loving, even with the voices in your head.
I want to show you that you are special and not just the mixed flavored ice cream kind of special, but the go to the beach and just enjoy each others company kind of special.

If you ever find this, know that I mean every single word.
I love you, mi amor.

- T