The love I have felt before you feels like it was a preliminary course of sorts.  Like it was practice for the real thing.  I told you love is different for everyone, no matter what age we are we are still perfectly capable to feel it.  And i realize that this is something new.  This is something more beautiful and fills me with more hope than I could have ever imagined.  I hardly believe that I deserve you because I’m filled with faults and things memories and mistakes that I would rather forget, but you accept me for those things.  I think that’s what hurts the most.  But it’s not necessarily a bad hurt.  It’s the final hurt.  It’s the satisfaction of the release of all the bad things that have happened to me.. to know that I finally broke through it all in order to find you.  That I allowed myself to be free of my insecurities and doubts.. and I couldn’t be happier, my love.  I love you.  I was trapped under that ice but you pulled me through and I think you may have saved my life in some respects.. and I don’t think I could ever thank you enough.

I hope we can grow from this.  You’re the best thing that’s happened to me and I don’t know what i’d do without you.