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.
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