I told my fiance I used to be anorexic.

I still struggle to eat on a daily basis.

He's states away in the service, and I was visiting his family on my own. His uncle got a phone call, gave me a strange look, and said "That was Zeke. He asked me if you'd eaten yet, and to make sure you do."

Zeke's quiet concern GMH.

Last night I was talking to my boyfriend on the phone.

I was talking about how uncomfortable I was with my body.

He started crying. I asked what was wrong.

He said " don't ever listen to what anyone says about you. You're perfect. " His LGMH.

Last night, I told my new boyfriend how I have PTSD.

I confessed that my paralyzing fear of the dark was because my father locked me in a closet for two days when I was young.

When we were going up to bed, he made sure there was some form of light wherever we walked.

His understanding and LGMH.

One night a couple called Sophie and Rob were walking home.

Rob was hit over the head by members of a gang.

The reason—he was a goth. He fell unconcious but they continued kicking him. Sophie knelt down and cradeled his head, taking the rest of the beatings for him.

She died in hospital. He's still alive today.

Her sacrifice and her LGMH.

Today, I went to my boyfriend's dad's house for the first time.

I was in the kitchen when, to my complete surprise, my boyfriend came up to me with roses in his hand, saying, "Happy four months. There's a rose for every month together. I love you."

He's the only guy who's ever gotten me flowers. His love GMH.