I know that I have a lot of complaints about my guy and our relationship. He has many faults, yet so do I. Neither of us are perfect, we are just vastly different. Nonetheless, despite our problems, our past, and even our present situation, I know he loves me. There are times I think that his idea of love is no where near comparable to mine, but in his way, he has given his heart to me and only me. That counts for something I guess.