You really are, and I don’t know how or why, but you’re so special. I look into your eyes and what I see is someone who is damaged, remorseful, regretful, patient and caring. Who has learned a lot in the 50 years he’s lived in the last five years. I see someone who is stronger than the people he’s hurt would ever think to give him credit for. I see someone who made a stupid, wasteful mistake but is anything – anything – but stupid and wasteful. I see someone I could fall in love with, that I am falling in love with, and that I simply can’t get enough of.
And I don’t know why or how that can even happen.