You may ask me one day, "Why him?" And my answer would be: because the first time I spoke to him, it wasn't electricity that | felt. It was safety. I never had to convince him that I was deserving of love. He loved me anyway. With him, I never questioned my worth, because every single day he made sure I would not forget it. He is the calm to my storm - there to listen, to understand, and simply to witness. With him, I never had to pretend or be anything other than who I am. He did not judge. Instead, he brought out the parts of me I had buried long ago. He built trust gradually, through consistent actions and gentle reassurances. His love healed parts of me that he never broke. With him, I was not constantly on edge. He became my safe place. My comfort. He handles my heart as though it is sacred. He showed me that when someone truly wants to love you, they will. His love has never been conditional never something I had to earn. I simply received it. He restored my faith that genuine, pure love does not exist only in fiction. It exists here, in this reality. So if you ask me, "Why him?" I will tell you this: Because with him, love does not feel like something I have to fight for or survive. With him, love feels like home... and l am finally at peace inside it.