/lit/ - Literature

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She isn't the girl I grew up dreaming of, but she's the one I realized I need. I've known as much for about six years, the first five of which I spent in anguish searching for her, the last one of which I've had her. She's Catholic, cute, and has a heart of gold. She's like me in that she's an artist, she loves God, she wants a simple life with a family; she's not like me in that she's not a particularly cerebral person, she's so insecure she has trouble voicing her thoughts and opinions, and she doesn't have too strong a distaste for normie shit. There are times I've feared it won't work because she doesn't challenge me, but whenever that's happened, within a day, we've had a lovely conversation and she's reminded me why I need exactly her. She says she'd be miserable without me, I believe her, and I know I'd be miserable without her. She's the only girl I've ever met who allows me to sleep easily at night, knowing she won't hurt me.