She's a Fleeting Fox

When we first started dating I didn't think much of you. Honestly. There were moments where I felt like everything we were doing wasn't real, and it'd end because you would change your mind or I'd fuck it up...or..I dunno. Over the months, I found myself thinking about those moments in the beginning where I thought "this isn't anything" and another part of me thought "I'm a mess, my ex runs my brain...what could I give?" Then, I quit him. I left him behind and focused on us, and honestly (again) it was the best decision I've ever made. Not just for me, but for us. The more time we talked, and got to know each other, I really fell hard in love. I can't really pin-point exactly when it happened...but it's better that way. Because when I look back 20 years from now I'll see our love as a progression and not just a BAM! STAMP HERE IT IS WE ARE IN LOVE. That's not how it should be. You didn't change me; I won't say that. But I grew, tremendously, with you. I fell in love with love again. You told me how much I meant to you, that I was your dream girl, and thought I was beautiful. Never had I really felt that way, and I (present time) struggle with believing it. But you let me be me, fully, someone I could never 100% before. 

I don't know what else to say right now. I'll come back to this.