I knew this day would come but I was still surprised when I realized that, just like me, you have a history of your own before we happened. We've both been hurt, maybe multiple times. We both have people that we may never get over or wounds that will never really close. We had our hearts broken, yet we are here and brave enough to reach out our hands: "Here lie my imperfect, scared, cynical-yet-refused-to-be-jaded pieces. I give you the power to break me again." We are the survivors. We are the braves, the believers. I think that's the beauty of falling for someone again; that's the single most beautiful thing about me falling for you.
