He was the first to ever show an interest in my secrets … all those nasty dusty things buried in the darkest corners of my mind … the good … the bad … the ugly … the sad … He actually WANTED to know …

And when I opened up … baring my soul … he judged none of it …

How rare is this … and how beautiful … that he would want me so much that he would actively seek out even my insanity … my mistakes … my heartaches … and my sins …

Find me a better definition of love than that …