He Saved Me

I thought about it again today, same as I do everyday.
Yet this time it was different.
I wasn't thinking about different ways, wasn't thinking about how beautiful it would be, I didn't think about the relief it would cause... For once I didn't think it would help.
I didn't dream about how beautiful it would look, didn't imagine tearing my skin open and watching my soul pour out, instead I saw my life being wasted.
Why did I think this you ask? Its all thanks to him.
He's the reason I get out of bed in the morning, hes the reason I don't want to be covered in marks, he's the reason that I want to stay here and live out my life.
Live my life with him.
I know it wont last forever, I'm not that naive and when the time comes I know I'll be able to let go but for now hes my reason for breathing.
He says the scars hurt him.. I don't want to cause him harm. It hurts to see him in pain.
I think I'm in love but I've never experienced it before so I cannot be sure and if this isn't love then I cant wait to experience it because I thought this was amazing I can't even begin to imagine what that would feel like.