Today was good. For the first time in a week, I haven’t been incredibly frustrated and sad. He sent me a cute XKCD comic that he thought I’d like, it was really quite cute.
I think he doesn’t always believe I adore him so much. He’s aware of his problems-not always the most reliable, often forgetful, a bit of workaholic. Has his moody points. I suspect ex-girlfriends have coerced him into believing himself to be this way too, which doesn’t help him change it. He keeps telling me he’s tried to warn me that he’s awful. Today, I had to go into an entire spheel about how all that doesn’t matter to me. That if I’m going to be with him, I’m gonna take all of him. That I have issues too and I know it. We’re only human. We’re not perfect. But that’s okay. Because I’m willing to try and I care and he makes me happier than anyone else or anything else.
I hope he knows. I mean what I say, I always do. Please believe me.
