SURVEY SAYS!?

Goodness is what I used to hold this frail coupling together. It was the kindness and goodwill you willingly gave me, you seemingly were on my side and proud even when I was wrong.

My willingness to forgive your preconceived notions about me, put together the flaws I loved. And proved it to you through your mistakes, we made so many mistakes. I believe you tried to tolerate my annoying habits, encouraging me to be me. And now I see those traits were something I made up. To make it bearable I held onto the idea of what I read in books, saw on the street, feel I deserve.

It was the hope that, against all odds and logic, having support, admiration, respect, dedication, and commitment reciprocated.