"Why him?" Because he saw parts of me I never showed the world. The world clapped for my strongest version, but he loved the version that shook sometimes. the one who forgot her own sentences, who overthinks every little detail, who laughs too loud at small things and cries too easily at big things. He never needed the perfect pictures or the polished words. He loved me in my truest form with sleepy eyes, a messy bun, tired voice, and a heart that tries too hard. With him, I didn't have to pretend to be confident or calm. I didn't have to act like I had everything together. I didn't have to perform love like a role. I could just be love. I could breathe. He held space for the chaos in me, the softness in me, and the storms I never admitted I carried. And maybe that's the real answer I choose him because with him, I am not somebody's version of perfect. I'm simply myself, and that's enough.