Today, I was doing household chores. I got a little warm wearing a long sleeve so I went to my side of the closet. This is strange because I am always in my boyfriends clothes. Always. I was looking for a particular shirt that must've still been dirty. Just before I turned to his side, I saw this. One of his favorite shirts of mine. I teared up. Flash backs from our time together filled my mind.

I've heard the saying "pictures are worth a thousand words" so many times, but today it had meaning. As I had a replay of all our moments in my mind, I thought of how lucky I was. I got to do this with my favorite person. I got to think about how once I spent the night at his house, I never went back to mine. I got memories of basketball games, many vacations, dinners, tv episodes watched, and late night hardees runs. I thought about how far I've came in the past year. I was so unhappy and stuck. I was not myself.

Since this man has come into my life, I've been able to work on myself so much. He is the most supportive and loving person I could ask for. He is helpful, dedicated and strong. He is truly my rock and my go-to. He has never let me down and I hope he knows how much I love him.

This picture is worth a thousand words. It's worth so much more. It's worth building a home and a life for. It's reminding me that true love is out there. It's reminding me that no matter what, I'm never alone in this.