Don't Back Down

I fell head over heels for my boyfriend as soon as we hung out. He was OK talking about his friend who had passed away. We stayed up all night talking, cuddling, watching TV. It was a good night. The day of Valentine's Day, I looked at his Facebook. He wrote: "Fuck valentine's day. Everything about it makes me sick. Seeing people happy together makes me sick." I felt like I had been slapped in the face. I'm his girlfriend, and he wasn't acknowledging that I'm his girlfriend. He basically made it seem like I was nothing to him. I texted him and he was insisting he's a crappy person. He said he hated Valentine's Day with a passion. I felt like there was going to be a quick end to my happiness.

Later, he texted me asking me to meet him halfway and we would go to his house and hang out. I gave him his Valentine's Day present (pretzel chocolates with M&Ms) and a card, saying I will not give up on him. I will be there for him as long as he wants me. He is perfect for me, even with his "imperfections." I woke up to a text message telling me his Valentine's Day was perfect because it was spent with me. He didn't realize he has someone who cares about him so much until yesterday. He needed to hear me say what was on my mind and see me to realize that I'm in for the long run. I won't back down. I'll fight him to the end to make sure he's happy.

Watching my boyfriend struggle with loss and such low self-esteem makes me realize we need each other to keep ourselves afloat. We struggle with the same things. I could have walked away and let him keep falling, but instead I wanted to fight him. I wanted him to see the truth. Don't be afraid to fight back, because you might be helping someone win the war they were losing.

Falling in love,
Sierra