If we’re being honest, I never thought we’d end up together. Even on the days I wanted you most.
I was everything a good Christian mom warned her son against. Bad stock from a bad breed; a history drenched and dripping in scarlet.
And yet, here we are.
12 years past our first “hello’s,” and despite all of the other opportunities you had at happiness, you still choose me.
I am thankful for the version of myself I see reflected in your eyes… may I grow to be like her one day.