One day in retrospect the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful

"but you are not just saying that, right?"; "why would i?"; "coz you always see thru me, see thru my insecurity"; "if i say this is because i mean it, i really do and there's nothing else to it, ok?"; i know at times i act like a child; a child that always ask why; always want reassurance; always feel uneasy inside; always shy and always fight to be who i want to really be; but with you; there's no struggle; no fight; only truth and the comfort that you bring is making me shiver; then there's tears in my eyes.