It’s not because you’re broken, as I have been accustomed to loving the others that have come before you. You couldn't be in a more perfect state.
And to be honest, I'm quite scared, a bit broken, and very, very cynical. I thought all my past relationships have just about worn me out... I couldn't be more mistaken.
I love you. I feel it when I wrap my arms around you, and wait for that precise moment when you cross the line between attempting to sleep, and letting out that one final sigh before you finally doze off. It gives me a strange sense of completion. It's when you're finally asleep that I get to kiss your forehead, stare at you for a while. And in that brief moment, I get to reflect about how we've only been together for a few days--yet I know, in spite of being the unsure and indecisive and confused person that I am, that this is going to last for a long time.