I knew you were the one when loving you wasn't excruciating. I knew you were the one when your nourishment was the catalyst to my wounds resurfacing, forcing me to confront the suppressed hurt within. I knew you were the one because you made me feel comfortable to fall for the first time in a long time. Loving you is gentle, nourishing, challenging, sometimes triggering. But it has never felt like a dagger through my chest while I was left to clean up the mess. It has never left me for dead. It has always been empathetic and patient and allowed me to self-reflect. Your love is the epitome of safety, what I wish I had from the beginning. Your love is everything I've been missing.