He loves me like he's never going to let go.
I am not used to this.
His arms cradle my fragile body as though he wishes harm to never touch my sensitive skin.
I am not used to this.
He corrects me when I am wrong, and he admits that he, too, is not perfect; even though in my eyes, he is.
I am not used to this.
He is kind, and strong, and he says all the right things.
I am not used to this.
He knows how to heal me and make me a better person without even trying.
I am not used to this.
He is capable of loving all my pain away.
I am not used to this.
I love him like I'll never let go, and I never will.
Despite the painful past I have with men, his love is something I will quickly learn to get used to.
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Allison Rasp
Writing is a passion of mine, mainly for the stress relieving aspects of it. I created this profile because my journal was running out of space😋 I would love for other people to indulge in my pieces.
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