I really am.
I still get breakdowns, I still get angry, I still cry... but not as much. And when I do, he actually helps me, he actually makes me feel better. He never says that I look hideous, that I'm stupid for crying and shouting, he just holds me. Always holds me as much as I need. Until I don't cry anymore, until I start to smile.
He handles me. He knows what to do. He knew that from the beginning.
It's going to be three years soon.
Sometimes I still cannot believe that I've finally found MY person.