I just read the poem I wrote about my boyfriend to him. He loved it and he had a surprising reaction: he started crying. He cried tears of joy for the poem. I have never met a man like him. So tough and yet so sensitive. Those two traits combined make someone so powerful, so strong. I also like that he’s not afraid to cry, he’s not as repressed like other men I’ve met ( I’m not judging, I understand how this society can be toxic to men and women). I wish I was more like him. I wish I had as much strength and motivation as him. We both fight for survival but in different ways. He works to help his parents and to have some money for himself (the paycheck is always short and a month is long). I fight to keep myself sane and stable, fight my depression and BPD. So I can work, too. I want to live with him and have a better life. A more active and productive life. That’s what I wish for us.
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