I know you didn’t believe me when I said my scars didn’t have a story or that I never cried because of nightmares or that not speaking to my father was the best decision I’ve made. But would you believe me if I said that listening to the songs we sang along to gives me chills in the best kind of way, or reading the letters you wrote me puts the summer we fell in love back into my heart? Would you believe that when I’m weakest the words you whispered in my ear as we laid beneath the stars pick me right back up again? I was never one to believe in fairytales until you became my happily ever after.