I’ve pinched myself a thousand times wondering how lucky I am to be loved by you.
Because for most of my life, love felt like something I had to earn. Like if I said the right things, became the right person, needed a little less, or gave a little more, maybe someone would stay.
But then you came along. And for the first time, I wasn’t wondering if I was enough. I was wondering how I got so lucky.
You never made me prove my worth. You never made me chase your attention. You loved me in a way that felt so ordinary that I almost mistook it for easy.
But maybe that’s what real love is. Not butterflies. Not guessing. Not wondering if they’ll leave.
Just waking up every morning and somehow finding another reason to pinch yourself because someone like them chose to love someone like you.
