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| He’s my human. We met in college, and initially we hated each other. (Love at first sight? Not so much). For us, love grew. He took the time to know me before pursuing me. He took the time to respect me before choosing to date me. He’s incredibly patient, because I was very broken when we started this whole crazy thing. He’s walked by my side through surgery, depression, PTSD, and a whole lot of confusing hormones and emotions. He’s stood by me when I’ve tried to push him away, and I get butterflies when he’s with me all the time. Cheers to 8 months with my human and many more to come. |
