It's official

I fought the fear of being left when I opened up my heart six months ago, and have now been blessed. I am enamored of a wonderful man who puts up with my idiosyncrasies and lets me be me, in all my weird geekiness, treating me so very well. He has a way of looking at me that makes me melt & have butterflies at the same time, and I am way past gone when he kisses and holds me.

I feel so very lucky, and in some ways undeserving, but I know the latter is not the case. I have endured heartbreak, nights where I cried myself to sleep, crippling self-doubt, and anger so strong I wondered how I had contained it. I finally believe now that I am worthy of being cared for and loved, and I know I hit the jackpot with him.