I want to write you a beautiful, poetic letter detailing every single reason why I love you, but sometimes in trying to be beautiful and poetic, the most important parts of what I want to say are lost. I promise down the road I’ll give you something beautiful. For now, though, here’s an average letter from an average girl who loves you deeply.
Let me start by telling you this– you’re fucking gorgeous. Like really, super pretty. Let’s be honest, that’s why I hit the “I want to meet you” button on that stupid dating app. That mirror picture of you holding your hair back? I was so into it. I’m still into it. I saved it on my phone and I look at it when we’re not together, and I feel the same longing I felt the very first time I saw it.
When we are together, I stare at you like I’m some kind of creep because I still can’t believe I get to kiss you and touch you and fall asleep next to you. And when we wake up in the morning and your hair is falling out of your ponytail and you try to hide your face and tell me you look disgusting, my stomach does this little summersault because I swear to God each day you are more beautiful than you were the day before.
When I tell you you’re beautiful, I’m not just talking about your perfect body or all things physical. I’m also talking about your mind, and the way it’s on a constant quest for knowledge; I already see things differently because of you. I’m talking about the way you would do anything for your friends, the way you love your family, and the many ways you show me you love me– none of those things go unnoticed, I promise. I’m talking about the way your laugh is magic, the way you love animals, and the way you don’t speak poorly of people you know, even if they hurt you. You radiate goodness, Tina. I’ve never met anyone else who shines like you.
There are a lot of firsts in my relationship with you. Most importantly, this is the first time I’ve ever connected with someone else’s heart, and it’s intense and intimidating and so magnificent. (If no one else ever understands this, I know you always will). This is also the first time I’ve been shown such a magnitude of respect and admiration, and God I’m so glad it’s from you, because there is no one on this earth I respect more. And this is the first time I’ve ever spoken freely around anyone, without fear or hesitation. My mind is no longer writing a script before I speak. I’ve never felt so at ease; accepted and understood. There are not enough ways to thank you for that.
Thanks for being a cool girl and making me chase you a little in the beginning. I love you for that, too, and I hope you know I will chase you forever, should your ego ever need another boost. I hope it won’t, though–I want to make sure it’s never bruised again. I want you to know how highly I think of you and how much I care about you. Every. Single. Day. Because I love that you aren’t afraid to be who you are, and give no fucks about what anyone else thinks. I love that you were brave enough to end something really big and really good to be yourself and find exactly what you wanted. Your authenticity is rare, and I love it. I just love you. I love you so fucking much.
Thanks for showing up now. I know we came from the same place, and I know we will be together again when we get to the next one, but I’m stoked to be sharing this time with you now. I’m stoked to get a place and make it ours, and be your wife, and hold your hand in public forever. For the trips we will take and the movies we’ll see and the grocery shopping and the arguments and abundance of laughter and all of the joy we will leave wherever we go.
You’re the coolest person I know. I’m so lucky to love you.