You know that you’re not my first boyfriend…but you also know that all of my other relationships were so long ago (like “6 years before we started dating” long ago). I don’t remember the dynamic of those relationships or much about them at all. What I do know is that you’re different than all of the other guys I’ve dated. Not just because you’re the only man I’ve ever loved…but because you always call me beautiful.
Most guys don’t notice when their girlfriend gets a hair cut or when they wear a new shade of lipstick. Most guys don’t notice when their girlfriend buys a new outfit or when she starts a new workout routine. Most guys don’t notice when their girlfriend loses a pound. But you do. After a month (or more) of being apart, you notice when I’ve lost weight (even just a pound). You notice when my clothes fit differently. You notice things that most guys wouldn’t, and it truly means the world to me.
When I tell you that I’m on a new medication, the first thing you do is look it up online. If I’m interested in starting a new diet plan or workout routine, you look up that stuff too. You want the best for me, and you genuinely care about making sure I’m healthy.
You’ve never once called me ugly. I could send you a picture of my hair up in a towel or with a piece of candy sticking out of my mouth…moments when I look truly hideous. And what you do say? You’ll say, “oh wow” or “you’re so weird.” But you always end it by telling me I’m cute.
When I greet you at the airport (or when you greet me), the first thing you do is tell me how good I look. You tell me that I’ve lost weight and that I look beautiful. It doesn’t matter if I’ve been awake since 4am or if I’ve spent 3.5 hours in a car, 3 hours in an airport, and 2 hours on a plane. You always tell me I’m beautiful.
I’ve never had someone make me feel as good as you have. In our 15 months of dating, you’ve never called me ugly. You’ve never called me fat. You’ve always been supportive of me wanting to lose weight. You’ve been supportive in my journey to be healthier and in my journey to try and run a 5k. You support all of my goals and dreams…no matter how crazy they may be. And you always build up my confidence.
Thank you for being the man of my dreams, the love of my life, and for always telling me that I’m beautiful. I love you, Alex. I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have you by my side.