I will be the first to admit that I am not the perfect girlfriend or partner. I have too much emotional excess baggage, am prone to bouts of depression and neurotic episodes and made some pretty fantastically bad decisions in my life. And in one of those episodes earlier, I all but threw every good thing he’s done to me to his face. Not one of my proudest moments, but it did result in a good thing.
For the first time in a long time, we were able to talk on a deeper level than how we usually do. I learned some more new things about him and he managed to placate my anger and insecurities. He just has that effect on me.
You are my downfall. You are my ruin, my nemesis and my other half. And I couldn’t be happier that it’s you.
That’s what I told him earlier. Because for all our issues, it’s still us. We keep coming back to each other despite the hurdles that should have kept us apart. We may fight and hurt each other, but still no one would quit on the other–though the thought has entered my mind a few times, but I absolutely lack the courage to actually, finally, irrevocably lose him. Just, no. He’s as much a part of me as I am part of him. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.