How did I know he was the one?

I knew he was the one when he allowed me my space to bury myself in the depths of the pain that came to visit me and didn’ take it personally.

I knew he was the one when he watched me change skins, and moods quicker than I changed my clothes and still embraced me.

I knew he was the one when he opened up his heart and allowed me to explore the inner depths of his pain.

I knew he was the one when he took my advice and used it. Telling me over and over again that I was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

I knew he was the one when he completely crushed my heart and still held the power to restore it. I knew from that moment I had finally experienced love in it’s truest form.

I knew he was the one when I was okay with sacrificing my power to submit to his desires. Not because I was woman and he was man, but because I trusted him to do what he was supposed to do and protect me at all costs.

I knew he was the one when he let go of the toxicity he grew up with just for simply choosing to love me.

I knew he was the one when he wrapped his arms around me and allowed me to get lost in the safety he provided.

I knew he was the one when we made love and he left me feeling free instead of bogged down with his inner demons.

I knew he was the one who was handpicked for me.

And I feel so honor to have loved him.