You know me better than I know myself.

You can tell before I can when I’m upset, or when I’m about to have a panic attack or a PTSD flashback. You’re the only person in the world that can calm me down, that can make me feel loved no matter what happens. Meeting you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

When I feel sad or upset, I text you and one “I love you” from you makes me smile for hours. When I’m having a bad morning, I come find you in the halls, see your face, and smile.

We’re young. Our relationship isn’t as simple as most relationships at our age. But you’ve never minded. You’ve never gotten frustrated with my panic attacks, with my anxiety, my PTSD. You don’t get mad when I get depressed and lash out at you when I shouldn’t. Our relationship isn’t as simple as it should be. You could be with someone who isn’t as high maintenance, who doesn’t take up so much of your time, who doesn’t need so much of your physical and mental support.

Instead of seeing me as broken, high maintenance, damaged, you tell me I’m inspiring. Instead of longing for a normal high school relationship, you’re somehow happy with me.

All these things you do for me, and yet you still think you’re not good enough for me. Sometimes you don’t think I love you. And sometimes I don’t know how to stop you from doubting my love, or yourself. I don’t know how to make you understand that I will always think that you’re perfect. That I wouldn’t change anything about you. You won’t let yourself believe me.

I love you.

I wish you wouldn’t ever doubt that fact.