I only see Daylight

It is amazing to have someone who loves you. Someone who makes an effort to be together. Someone who does silly things for you and with you. That someone makes the world feel golden instead of grey. It is especially wonderful when you have been heartbroken all your life, and have had relationships where you were the only loving partner. All your life you were painted blue, but then suddenly a person enters your life and turns all your dreams golden, like daylight. And all of a sudden, you feel like you're the only one in this huge world that matters, because of someone who only looks at you in a room full of gems. 

And I am so grateful that I have someone like that. Someone who makes me feel like the queen of this world. Someone who makes me want to be better. Someone whose love doesn't distract me, but makes me believe that there is nothing in this world that I can't achieve. He is the one person who will always look at me for me, and see nothing but perfection, even when I am full of nothing but flaws. But, to him, I am always perfect. Just like he's perfect to me. It doesn't matter who he sees himself as, or what the world sees him as, but it only matters who he is to me. 

The only thing that matters is who he is around me, who he wants to be, who he is striving to be. And I cannot describe who he is fully, even if I had all the words of the world at my disposal. No language, no words are enough to describe the amazing and kind person he is; how he takes care of everyone and everything even if it means he hurts himself a little. That's the kind of person he is, and he is the best thing that ever happened to me. And I strive to be the best version of myself so he can have someone who loves him like he deserves to be loved. 

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