He makes me think I’ll never have my heart broken again. He makes me realize there’s so much good that comes with giving yourself to someone, and maybe one day, after I’ve been with him for a year or two, I’ll never be afraid of the pain that could come from things going wrong. He makes me believe. In love, in healing, in relationships that don’t end. He makes me want to take off my cynic-colored glasses and give in to a romance full of respect and communication, without the fear of being abandoned. Again.
