I think back to my fears of moving in together, my anxieties of not being ready for marriage or having children . . . of not being the man she deserves. But ultimately, it just requires dedication and belief. Dedication to her—putting her needs before my own and loving her always through ups and downs, when I’m being stupid and the (very) rare occasions when she’s wrong. And belief—belief that I am valid, that I’m worthy of being loved, and that there’s a reason she’s with me to begin with, that it’s not just some mistake.
