Beautiful

This man, in the picture up above, is beautiful. I don't just mean physically.This is going to be one of those super sappy blog posts, but I can't help myself. Before meeting this beautiful boy, I had no hope of someone loving me. Not truly. I used to think I was never good enough for anyone. I was always the second to get picked in everything. I always used to be compared to my better looking, smarter and more athletic best friend. I was used to being out second.  I never thought it was possible to feel any other way, because no one has ever made me feel like I am good enough. No one, except for him. I can't explain how much I love him. He's amazing, beautiful, handsome, kind and sincere. We sometimes fight and argue, and sometimes we make mistakes and upset each other. But no matter how many times I cry, or how many times I apologize, I always end up in his comforting embrace with him whispering to me that he loves me and that he will never leave me. No one is perfect, and the magic of love is being able to love someone, faults and all. And I can say that I truly love him. No matter how many times he gets upset and refuses to speak to me, no matter how many times he undermines himself, I'll always be there to hold him in my arms in the end. Our relationship isn't perfect, because if we had a perfect relationship, it would be boring. We don't always agree, (especially on controversial topics like religion ahah), but the fact that we have different opinions opens us up to other ideas. We do agree however, on the important things. Every day I spend with him, I learn to love life more and more. I learn to appreciate life more and more.

Every day we spend together I get happier and happier. He is the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think about when I sleep. I don't even stop thinking about him when I fall asleep. I find myself wishing to be with him minutes after he's left me, wishing to kiss him and hold him more than the day before. I'm selfish, and I like to keep him to myself. I'm not a good woman, I'm not kind when it comes to him. I don't like other people being with him. I don't like when girls text his phone. However, I trust him completely. I don't trust the other women. I know for a fact that women can get crazy when it comes to getting what they want. He makes me laugh and giggle at every sentence, and he holds me tight when I'm scared or unsure. He cares about my wellbeing more than anyone has, ever.

He thinks I'm beautiful even when I'm having the worst day. He loves me even though I am not the skinniest and most beautiful woman. He loves me for who I am and not for my body and not for his own gain. He is beautiful. There is no other definition of the word. I love him so much. I love the way his eyes sparkle when he gets excited, love the way he stays up with me when I have work to do, love the way he tells me I'm adorable and beautiful. He has a heart of gold. He cares about me so much that sometimes it hurts him.

It's crazy to some people how close we are. I can tell him anything, and he can tell me anything. Although I'm not too good with expressing myself, and I don't like getting angry or upset, he still loves me and encourages me to speak my mind. I don't like getting upset because one, he really doesn't do things that upset me and two , because I don't think being angry over something is going to solve it. I'm usually quiet,and I don't speak up too much, but even though I'm not good at these things, I'm so happy he still loves me regardless. Even though I'm flawed, really flawed, and even though I misunderstand things a lot and cry a lot, I'm really happy someone is willing to accept me like this.

Every day I cannot wait to be in his arms, listening to his soothing voice and feeling his warmth. I'm so lucky to have an amazing boyfriend and best friend all in one. This is more than I could have ever asked for. I'm so thankful for having him. I'm so thankful he is mine.

He is beautiful.

This post may not make sense, it's probably a mumble jumble of thoughts without any kind of flow, but there are so many things I could say about this man and how amazing he is and how he has changed my life. I can't properly explain anything, because I can't seem to find the correct words.

Baby, If you ever read this, I love you so much. I love you for who you are. No matter what baby I will always love you. You are beautiful, strong and handsome. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. I love you baby.