u/Annakyum1

The first time my boyfriend’s mom ever texted me was on my birthday.

She wished me a happy birthday and then asked if I’d be willing to be part of a surprise she was planning for my boyfriend’s graduation. His parents and grandma were all writing letters for him, and she wanted me to write something too because, apparently, she already considered me family.

She asked me to write a little about what I love about him, since everyone would be writing similar things.

Everyone else wrote about a page.

I wrote a fucking book.

I sent her such a ridiculously long message that, compared to everyone else’s letters, mine looked like that long rolled-up letter from Mulan. I was SO embarrassed when I realized how much I had written. I genuinely thought they were going to think I was insane.

Instead, my boyfriend’s dad cried reading it because he said it really showed just how much I love his son.

And honestly, I think that was all it took for them to collectively go, “Yeah. She’s going to marry our son.”

Because ever since then, I somehow acquired nicknames from my future in-laws. Nobody there even calls me by my actual name anymore. It’s either my nickname or “minha nora” which is literally “my daughter-in-law” in Portuguese.

And my boyfriend’s mom does NOT miss an opportunity to show me off.

She’s introduced me to her mom, my boyfriend’s sister, his aunt, and probably half the family at this point, and somehow the introduction is always basically, “This is my daughter-in-law.”

They all think I’m pretty too, so all my insecurities can temporarily leave the building.

And when she can’t do that, she shows them pictures. Sometimes she’s literally out somewhere and texts my boyfriend asking him to send her pictures of me.

And honestly? I love it.

I never thought I’d have this.

I never imagined having a mother-in-law who would be so excited to show me off, who would proudly introduce me as her daughter-in-law, who would want pictures of me just to show other people, or who would make me feel so naturally included in her family.

It’s such a small thing to some people, but it means so much to me. There’s something incredibly special about being welcomed into someone’s family and then realizing they’re not just accepting you, they’re genuinely proud to have you there.

So yes, I’ll happily be her daughter-in-law being shown off to everyone.

I secretly love it more than I’ll ever admit.

I just really want to appreciate this man for a moment because I genuinely don't think I do it enough (and honestly, it will never be enough. I could write a whole book with a thousand pages and it would still not be enough).

I’m genuinely crazy in love with my boyfriend. Like, to the point where someone could probably look at me and go, “Yeah, this girl is boy crazy.” And honestly, I’m completely fine with that.

It doesn’t negatively affect my life. If anything, this man motivates me every single day and helps me become a better version of myself. He pushes me, supports me, encourages me, and somehow just makes me want to keep growing. He’s genuinely such a good person that sometimes I sit there and think, did I really get this lucky?

Sometimes I wonder if I love him “too much,” but then I think, is there even a measurement for that? And if there is, I don’t really care. Neither of us is complaining, so I’m not exactly looking for a cure.

He takes care of me too. At the end of a stressful day, sometimes I just look at him and realize, yeah, I have him. I don’t care what happens. I have him, and that’s all that matters to me. It means more to me than I could ever explain.

A hundred things could be going wrong in my life, but just knowing that one thing, that I have him, makes everything feel lighter. It doesn’t make the problems disappear. It just makes me think, okay, yeah. It’s okay. You have him.

When he’s sleeping, I miss him. But that comes with its own little perk because then I get excited waiting for him to wake up. And when he finally does, I get this little burst of happiness just because he’s awake. So there are these tiny little bursts of happiness throughout the day on top of the giant burst of happiness that is just his existence.

When he’s out, I miss him and apparently I pout. I don’t actually know if I do, but he says I pout and that I look sad when he’s gone, so I guess I’ll take his word for it lol.

And yeah, his mood affects mine too. If he’s sad, I get sad. If his tone is off, I notice it and get sad. If he’s stressed, I feel it too. Maybe some people would see that and say I’m too emotionally attached, but honestly, I’m not bothered by it.

He’s worth it.

I love being in love with him. I love having someone who makes me this happy, someone I can look forward to, someone who makes me want to be better every day.

And the funny thing is, a few years ago, if you had asked me what I thought about love, I probably wouldn’t have been looking forward to finding it at all. I genuinely thought I wasn’t worth loving.

I thought I’d probably end up in some arranged-marriage/ relation-type situation, where someone would be with me simply because he couldn't find anything slightly better. I didn’t think I would actually find someone who genuinely loves me and shows up for me every single day.

But that little girl who used to dream about having her prince charming while watching Disney fairy tales actually got him.

And you know what? No prince can beat this man.

Nope.

No one can compete with him.

So if being this ridiculously in love with my boyfriend makes me boy crazy, then yeah.

I’m boy crazy. And I have absolutely no intention of recovering.

I've been really sick, and last night I pulled a Sheldon and asked my boyfriend to sing Soft Kitty to me, just like Sheldon asks Penny to when he's sick in The Big Bang Theory. He hesitated for a second, smiled, and said, "You're lucky I love you," before singing it anyway.

This morning I woke up feeling like I was dying. He pointed to my phone, and I found a voice note waiting for me. He had recorded himself singing Soft Kitty so I'd have it whenever I needed it.

He does the silliest things for me just because I ask him, and I don't think he'll ever fully realize how much those little things mean to me.

It probably sounds like such a small thing, but it meant so much to me. He has an incredibly beautiful voice. Even strangers have complimented his voice before, and hearing it while I felt so miserable was incredibly comforting. It genuinely made me feel a little better.

Sometimes the sweetest acts of love are the simplest or silliest ones.

About a year and a half ago, I made a post here while I was going through a difficult time. I wasn't looking for a relationship, i I just wanted someone to talk to and take my mind off everything I was dealing with.

I know this subreddit is for making friends, and finding a partner was never my intention. I came here looking for a friend, and somehow I found someone who became so much more.

I came across some people who didn't have the best intentions, and looking back, there are definitely conversations I should have ended sooner. But then I met him.

My boyfriend is one of the most amazing people I've ever met. He's kind, loving, caring, beautiful, and incredibly handsome. From the very beginning, he never once took advantage of my vulnerability. He respected me, listened to me, and made me feel safe.

The funny thing is, we found out on the very first day that we lived so close to each other so we used to joke about about running away to his house. We never expected that a silly joke would one day feel so close to reality.

Now, we're only a few days away from celebrating one year of officially dating. His parents like me, his relatives like me, and his mom proudly introduces me as her daughter-in-law. It still feels unreal that a random Reddit post led me to someone so special.

I'm not sharing this to encourage people to use this subreddit as a dating app. This was never what I came here for. I'm just grateful that, in an unexpected place, I found my best friend and the love of my life.

Thank you to this community, and thank you to him for being the amazing person he is. ❤️

My boyfriend gets overstimulated really easily, which is honestly hilarious considering the universe decided to pair him with me.

This man cannot handle too much noise, too much chaos, or too much happening at once, and then he got me.

I talk like it’s my full-time job. I’ll start a story about A, somehow end up at D, take a detour through B, remember something about C, and then return to A. Is there a logical path? Probably not. But do I pretend like there is? Absolutely.

If I’m telling a story and something bursts open, crashes, falls, or makes a weird noise, I will automatically recreate the sound. Not because I’m trying to be funny, but because in my brain the story feels incomplete without the sound effect. My version is probably not even accurate, but somehow it is accurate in my brain.

I genuinely thought everyone did this, or at least that it wasn’t that weird, until my mom once asked me why I did it while I was talking to my boyfriend.

Luckily, I mostly only do it around my boyfriend, so at least I’m not walking around embarrassing myself in front of strangers.

What encourages me to never stop? The man himself. Somehow, he finds it adorable. He loves listening to me and never makes me feel bad about it. But I can literally see the little loading circle in his brain sometimes.

I think it’s a tiny bit funny that the man who can’t stand too much noise and gets overstimulated ended up with me, someone who talks at least 20 hours a day. If I didn’t have to sleep, I’d probably do 24.

He does love me a lot. There’s no question about that, because I definitely put him through a lot.

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We've been together for almost a year now, and I've known him even longer than that. The funny thing is, he was already taking care of me before we were even officially together.

I always joke that he puts up with a lot because of me. He'd disagree immediately. To him, he's not "putting up" with anything. He's just taking care of someone he loves. That's just who he is.

He's at the start of his career, has a million things going on in his own life, yet somehow he still makes time for me. He never complains. The only thing he does complain about is when I try to hide my problems from him because he wants to be there for me.

I'm also... a crybaby.

I cry during my monthly mood swings. I cried watching him get ready for graduation. I cried when he bought me my first gift. I cried reading his first letter to me. I cried the first time I touched his hair. I cried the first time I smelled him. I cried when he told me his parents liked me. I cried when I spoke to his mom for the first time. I cry thinking about how much I love him. I cry thinking about everything he does for me. I cry imagining spending the rest of my life with him. And yes, I'm actually crying while writing this because I just keep thinking about how lucky I am to have someone like him.

To be fair, most of those tears are happy tears. And the rest... well, I'm just emotional.

Through all of it, he's patient. Gentle. Reassuring. He makes me feel safe, even when my own brain is being dramatic.

Do I still randomly ask him, "Do you hate me?" every now and then, despite knowing this man adores me?

Yes.

Partly because my brain likes to be dramatic, and partly because I enjoy "love baiting" him into reminding me how much he loves me.

I know not everyone gets a partner like this, and I never want to take him for granted. He's my favorite person, and I hope he knows how deeply appreciated he is.

We've been together for almost a year now, and I've known him even longer than that. The funny thing is, he was already taking care of me before we were even officially together.

I always joke that he puts up with a lot because of me. He'd disagree immediately. To him, he's not "putting up" with anything. He's just taking care of someone he loves. That's just who he is.

He's at the start of his career, has a million things going on in his own life, yet somehow he still makes time for me. He never complains. The only thing he does complain about is when I try to hide my problems from him because he wants to be there for me.

I'm also... a crybaby.

I cry during my monthly mood swings. I cried watching him get ready for graduation. I cried when he bought me my first gift. I cried reading his first letter to me. I cried the first time I touched his hair. I cried the first time I smelled him. I cried when he told me his parents liked me. I cried when I spoke to his mom for the first time. I cry thinking about how much I love him. I cry thinking about everything he does for me. I cry imagining spending the rest of my life with him. And yes, I'm actually crying while writing this because I just keep thinking about how lucky I am to have someone like him.

To be fair, most of those tears are happy tears. And the rest... well, I'm just emotional.

Through all of it, he's patient. Gentle. Reassuring. He makes me feel safe, even when my own brain is being dramatic.

Do I still randomly ask him, "Do you hate me?" every now and then, despite knowing this man adores me?

Yes.

Partly because my brain likes to be dramatic, and partly because I enjoy "love baiting" him into reminding me how much he loves me.

I know not everyone gets a partner like this, and I never want to take him for granted. He's my favorite person, and I hope he knows how deeply appreciated he is.

I've been watching the World Cup with my boyfriend, despite knowing very little about football.

Most matches involve me asking questions like:

"What happened?"

"What does that card mean?"

"Which country is that?"

"Wait, whose goal is that?"

Thankfully, he's always happy to explain.

We watch with Portuguese commentary, and since I'm learning Portuguese, one of my favorite moments is when I understand something the commentators said. I always look over at him, and he gets just as excited as I do when I get it right.

But honestly, my favorite part of watching football isn't the football.

It's watching him.

The way he reacts when someone makes a terrible play. The way he immediately knows what should have happened instead. The way he sits forward when his team is close to scoring. The way he celebrates when they finally do.

Maybe it's because I love seeing people talk about things they're passionate about, but there's something incredibly attractive about it (but then again, everything he does, is hot for me lol) . This, a little wholesome, a little hot. I don't know what this man did to me but I love it.

So while he's watching the World Cup, I'm learning Portuguese, getting free football lessons, and spending the majority of the 90 minutes thinking, "Wow, I really LOVE this man."

I’ve been writing my boyfriend a letter for every month we’ve been together.

We’ve been dating for almost a year, and I decided to go back and write a letter for each month of our relationship, from the very beginning up to now. Each one is about how I felt at the time, what we were like, and how things were slowly changing between us. I’m planning to give him all of them on our one year anniversary.

I honestly thought it would just be a cute gift, but it ended up meaning a lot more to me than I expected. Going back month by month made me realize how much I’ve changed.

Before him, I was used to holding things in and feeling like I might be too much if I opened up. But over time, he created a space where I could actually be vulnerable without feeling like a burden, just by being consistent, patient, and there.

Reading back what I wrote for each month, I can literally see the shift in myself. I started opening up more, unlearning habits from being treated badly before, and slowly becoming someone who feels lighter.

Now I feel like a version of myself that’s happier, cared for, and actually worth it.