I wake up when it's still dark outside, only the moonlight illuminating my bedroom, and for a brief moment I'm a bit startled when I feel someone's back pressed against my chest. But then I look down at your sleeping form, your beautiful face looking completely content and at peace in my arms, and I immediately have to smile. How did I get so lucky?

If someone told me a year ago that I would actually fall in love with someone, I'd probably told them to fuck off, because I didn't believe in love. Ever since I watched my parents go through a messy divorce, when I was younger, I told myself that true love doesn't exist and that love never lasts. I dated countless women before you, but I always kept a comfortable distance, always telling myself that loneliness is better than getting my heart broken.

But then, six months ago, I met you, and you immediately blew me away. Not only are you the most beautiful woman I ever laid my eyes on, but — much more important — you're even more beautiful on the inside. Your warmth, your kindness, your sensitive and caring nature, it's captivating. Everything about you makes me feel safe and valued for who I truly am. And even though I still have a strong grip on reality and in mind what my parents went through, I know I can't let you go. I never felt so deeply for anyone, and I will make sure to make you just as happy as you make me.

I gently brush your hair away from your face and neck, still wearing that fond smile as I lean down and bury my face in your neck, inhaling your heavenly natural scent, before I press a tender kiss on your cheek. "You're the only exception." I whisper against your soft skin, knowing that with you, I'm on my way to believing in love — true, lasting love.