I don't even care if anyone reads this

We met seven years ago at a youth center and back then I honestly wasn't even attracted to him. To be fair I had a lot going on and so did he but we became friends. At the time I was going through a bad bout of anorexia and landed in the hospital. He was going through his own battle with anorexia too.

Fast forward 3 years down the road at our community college. We were inseparable for the first month. If we weren't working or in class or with our s/o's we were with each other. Until my boyfriend decided against it. The boyfriend I was with ended up being emotionally and physically abusive. My now boyfriend had told me countless times to leave my abusive(now ex) boyfriend. And when I finally did leave we went right back to being inseparable. 

After two hard years of stuff for the both of us we were finally hanging out one night and I realized that I had feelings for him. Not because he had changed or anything, but because despite all the horrors we had been through, he never left. Not even when I was being hurt. Not when he had to move to Florida nothing. He never left.

Now I am beyond blissfully happy and so in love it's sickening. 

My point of this is, for all the girls who are depressed, or dealing with an eating disorder, or in an abusive relationship: there's hope and happiness at the end of it. Theirs someone out their who will tell you that the moment they fell in love with you was when you had on sweats, no make up, and your hair in one of those not Instagram worthy messy buns. There is someone who loves the essence of your being. I never thought that I would fall in love or be loved because of all my flaws. There is hope, there is happiness, and there is love waiting for you.