I see you

As I sit

at the

computer

typing

out my feelings,

I look around.

You are to

my right

laying in

bed snoring.

Your peaceful

face

calms me.

I dig

my feet 

into the 

carpet

that you 

bought

for me.

Its Valentine's 

day.

I have always

hated

it

because

it felt forced.

Today,

I loved it.

I soaked in every

second with

you.

Sitting in

the kitchen

watching

you cook.

I felt

this wave

of gratitude

go through me.

You never ask

about my

past.

I love that.

I don't think

you truly understand

how painful 

it was.

But, I

Love 

that you

do not ask.

Even though

its part of me,

it is part of

me I do not

want to talk

about.

Its dark,

and ugly.

And,

it belongs

right there...

in the past.

So As I write

while you 

sleep,

I want you 

to 

know

how grateful

I am.

That you see me.

That you love me.

That 

at times 

you feel as blessed 

as me.

That you 

understand

knowing

my past

does not

mean

knowing

me.

It has shaped

me.

but I am 

no victim.

I survived,

Just as you did.

That old

life brought

us together

and as painful

as it is,

its okay.

So I take 

off my clothes

and crawl in

bed with you.

You are the only

one who sees

me.

Under

the covers I feel

your warmth

and it covers

me like

a thick blanket.

I put my

hands on

your face.

You see

me.

And

I 

My love,

See

you.