I wish I could show him all the ways I appreciated him, but where actions fail my words continue to try. There are so many things I wish could do for him, but I can only add them to my new heart to do list.
He is always there with advice, yells with me when there is a spider and always tells me I can do anything I want in life. He sees me in ways I no longer see myself, but we see the same person in the future.
Love is a choice. It’s not something that happens to you, it’s not magical and it’s not pre-determined. I wish I would’ve understood this earlier in life, so I wouldn’t have wasted my time loving people who didn’t deserve it. Dillon chooses to love me, he chooses to be here for the good times and the bad. He chooses to put up with my arguing, mood swings and terrible memory. He chooses to hold my hair back when I’m getting sick, to take me to the ER even when I promise I’m OK taking an Uber and he even chooses to stay, when leaving would be so much easier.
I don’t know why Dillon chose to love me, I mean I am quite charming but I’m also quite sick. However it doesn’t matter, I’ll be forever grateful for his sacrifices. My only hope is one day I am able to repay him for everything he’s done for me. Dillon might only be my boyfriend, but he has already proven he’s in it for better or for worse. I think that makes me pretty lucky.