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.
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.
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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