I had learned that there were conditions when being loved by a man.
I had been conditioned to believe that it wasn’t their job to try and understand.
I had learned that love was one forever needing the upper hand.
I unlearned bad habits as he only says what he means.
I unlearned that I am supposed to conceal the messier parts of me.
I learned that simply being myself makes him love me ever so effortlessly.