After all the abusers, cheaters, liars and leavers. After all the guys that just saw me as their trophy girl, their ticket out or who wanted to fit me into their "perfect girl mold." You came into my life and made it all worth it. You are, finally, the good guy that every girl dreams about. The one who thinks of me first, does sweet things just because, takes care of me, accepts me and my many flaws, and most importantly, truly loves me.

I had begun to give up on love, dating, relationships and anything to do with it. I had come to the conclusion that it just was not meant for me. I figured I was the problem; I mean, I was the common denominator, right? For some reason, it never worked out, and in almost every case, I was treated pretty nasty. When I met you, I have to admit I was pretty skeptical. I mean, why would this be different than any other time? You would start out sweet, say the right things, and then it would all be lies, you would find someone better, or I just wasn't enough.

However, this time it was different from the very beginning. It's not just sweet sayings with empty meanings and a hidden agenda. It's heartfelt, genuine and true. You make me trust like I never thought I would be able to again, and you make me have an open heart again.

So, thank you. Thank you for making all the nights spent crying, the broken hearts and the steadily dropping confidence worth it. Thank you for putting up with all the insecurities that the past created. Thank you for seeing the true me, past the damage, past the strong facade I present to others that hides the stress and hurt. Thank you for giving me chance after chance, when I let my insecurities get the best of me. Thank you for forgiving me when I take my past hurt out on you. Thank you for giving me the chance to believe again. Thank you for finally letting me write about my happiness, instead of my sorrow. Thank you.

After everything, all the bad, you are my hope. My faith. You are the reason I still believe in true love, because if you can love someone as torn and tattered as me, then it has to be real.