God, He's Beautiful

I wish you could see what I see. You just don’t know how truly amazing you are. And that’s fine; you’ll see it one day. It hurts though. When I tell you that you’re beautiful and you don’t believe me. I would give anything for you to be able to see the gorgeous person that I’m blessed enough to love every day.

            I fell in love with your personality. Your looks were a bonus. And a damn good bonus, if I might add. Anyway, you’re personality is one in a million. There’s not one specific reason. It’s all of your little quirks, habits, moments.. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met. And I’ve met a lot of people, so take kindly to those words.

            Maybe it’s the way you don’t know how good you are at most things. You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re so talented at an abundance of things.

            I want to be part of the reason for your happiness. Notice that I didn’t say that I want to be the only reason for your happiness. I want other things to bring you joy, too. Hobbies, friends, food, sleep. But I want to make your day better. I want to make you smile.

            Like I said earlier, your looks were a bonus. You’re so freaking hot. Like good God I can’t even(excuse my stereotypical teenage girl reaction). But seriously though; it actually kind of makes me mad that you don’t think that you’re hot. Because you so totally are. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your body.. all on point, babe.

            I want you in the simplest of forms. I want you reading, sleeping, watching tv, going for a run, sighing after a long day. Because you in your everyday life activities are when you’re the most beautiful. When you don’t know that anyone is watching you.. that’s when you’re especially attractive. And so help me God, if only you knew.