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Tuesday, May 17, 2016

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I'm in such a mushy mood.

This morning, I woke up with love in my core. As I was praying for you, I felt my emotions in my heart. My heart was beaming for you as I thanked God for the attributes that you have. The piece that completes the puzzle of my heart. I even felt two or maybe four tears fall as I continued my prayer with a smile.

To receive love, real true love, is such a blessing.
To feel the acceptance that you give me, while at times I'm just simply being me, unapologetically.
To experience who you are at your core. To receive your support - it's truly unmatched.

In the past I used to be fearful and wonder what did I do to deserve this.
Now I've accepted this love and realize there is nothing to fear. I know I deserve this. I was made for to deserve this love. That must be the reason why I'm so mushy.

The joy of your companionship - to know and truly feel your presence here with me. The feeling can't be compared to anything in the world. Tackling the world side by side. Picking each other up when one slips. Reaching the finish line, cheering each other on.

Immersed in your flaws and you in mine, identifying and protecting the strengths. Guiding and advising towards the road to better habits, choices and words.

Going through the tough times, only to come out stronger. Being able to last the test of time, maturity and faith in order to overcome those tough times.

Experiencing the world together. Every where I go, every place I chose to explore, seeing you there with me. Enjoying the wonders together. Priceless moments. Thank for you that.

Thank you for truly keeping me in mind. Your thoughtfulness. The fact that you think about me in the way that I need. In the way that works for us*.  I was told to be encouraged in regards to the desires of my heart and to not give up. Your thoughtfulness is heaven sent. You make me feel like the most special person in the world. Your love is so pure.

To know that you love me, you truly love me. I'm so thankful for you.

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