You once asked me, “how do you want to be loved?”
Outwardly, I scoffed. Inside, I was freaking out. “You plan on falling in love with me?”
You rolled your eyes as if saying, “Duh, Angeli, what do you think?”
I told you I just wanted to be seen. You leaned in and reassured me, “I see you” —- and you did.
Thank for for seeing me. For seeing past the pretensions I put up. For tearing down whatever walls I had and for knowing who I really am. You never gave in to my bullshit, never tolerated my self-pity. You made me feel like I was beautiful everyday because I knew that you understood me better than anyone else and more than anyone ever did.