u/Powerful-Ranger1317

Man, where do I even begin?

Umm, I'm not a poet like William Shakespeare or Homero but goshhh this girl is the best thing that happened to me, she's the reason I wake up in the morning and smile, I love this girl, I lose my wits the moment she enters my sight. God must have lingered over His work when He made her, as though Heaven itself refused to rush perfection.

My father once told me there was no emotion a man could not master.

My father never met her.

Her, the one I see even with my eyes closed. Her, whose name became the key to chambers of my heart I had long believed were sealed forever. Her, toward whom every hidden part of my soul has been quietly traveling since long before I knew its destination.

Tell me: where could the sun set that I would not follow? Name the sea I would not cross, the mountain I would not climb, the kingdom whose borders I would not trespass, if she waited on the other side.

They say all is fair in love and war.

They lied.

For what is fairness before a heart that has already surrendered? What law can govern devotion? What victory could ever compare to the privilege of being loved by her?

And what day could truly be called beautiful? What night could possibly deserve its stars if neither is shared with her?

I love you my beautiful princess.

You made me realize what love is, you made me realize that there is still hope in this world, you made me love and love love, and I love you for all of that too.

And more than anything, I hope it will always be you and me. But if that's not the case... I hope it's because you found someone better, who treats you better and loves you more than I do... But I love you, and I want to become the best person for you.

They told me that perfect people don't exist.

For the longest time, I believed them.

Then I met you.

From that moment on, the meaning of perfection changed. It stopped being an impossible idea and became you.

Maybe you aren't perfect in everyone else's eyes. Maybe some people see flaws where I see beauty. And that's okay.

Because to me, you are perfect.

I wouldn't change a single thing about you. Not one detail. Not one so-called imperfection.

Do you know why?

Because the way you are, your smile, your heart, your personality ( The fact that you're complicated too ahaha), your little quirks, even the things you might be insecure about,is exactly what makes you so beautiful.

Perfection isn't about having no flaws.

Perfection is finding someone whose every part feels exactly as it should.

And to me, that person is you.

Thanks for being the way you are.

I love you more than the universe can expand🤍

Man, where do I even begin?

Umm, I'm not a poet like William Shakespeare or Homero but goshhh this girl is the best thing that happened to me, she's the reason I wake up in the morning and smile, I love this girl, I lose my wits the moment she enters my sight. God must have lingered over His work when He made her, as though Heaven itself refused to rush perfection.

My father once told me there was no emotion a man could not master.

My father never met her.

Her, the one I see even with my eyes closed. Her, whose name became the key to chambers of my heart I had long believed were sealed forever. Her, toward whom every hidden part of my soul has been quietly traveling since long before I knew its destination.

Tell me: where could the sun set that I would not follow? Name the sea I would not cross, the mountain I would not climb, the kingdom whose borders I would not trespass, if she waited on the other side.

They say all is fair in love and war.

They lied.

For what is fairness before a heart that has already surrendered? What law can govern devotion? What victory could ever compare to the privilege of being loved by her?

And what day could truly be called beautiful? What night could possibly deserve its stars if neither is shared with her?

I love you my beautiful princess.

You made me realize what love is, you made me realize that there is still hope in this world, you made me love and love love, and I love you for all of that too.

And more than anything, I hope it will always be you and me. But if that's not the case... I hope it's because you found someone better, who treats you better and loves you more than I do... But I love you, and I want to become the best person for you.

They told me that perfect people don't exist.

For the longest time, I believed them.

Then I met you.

From that moment on, the meaning of perfection changed. It stopped being an impossible idea and became you.

Maybe you aren't perfect in everyone else's eyes. Maybe some people see flaws where I see beauty. And that's okay.

Because to me, you are perfect.

I wouldn't change a single thing about you. Not one detail. Not one so-called imperfection.

Do you know why?

Because the way you are, your smile, your heart, your personality ( The fact that you're complicated too ahaha), your little quirks, even the things you might be insecure about,is exactly what makes you so beautiful.

Perfection isn't about having no flaws.

Perfection is finding someone whose every part feels exactly as it should.

And to me, that person is you.

Thanks for being the way you are.

I love you more than the universe can expand🤍

She is honestly the most beautiful person I've ever met and not just beautiful like physically cuz wow she was gorgeous to me but everything about her was beautiful, Her personality… honestly, where do I even begin? She has this incredible way of being strong and gentle at the same time. She likes to act tough and independent, but beneath that is one of the kindest and most caring hearts I’ve ever known ( Correction, the best heart I've ever known ).

She’s confident yet thoughtful, determined yet soft-hearted, playful yet incredibly sweet. Her sense of humour, her quick wit, and the way she cares for the people she loves make her impossible to forget. She has a beautiful way of showing kindness in the smallest moments, often without even realising the impact she has on others.

There’s something so special about the balance she carries, her strength never takes away from her warmth, and her independence only makes her kindness shine even brighter, and idk how she did it but she made every single day better, like genuinely better, I'd wake up and the thought of talking to her would make me smile, seeing her name pop up on my phone would make me smile, hearing about her day would make me smile, and wow her smile, gosh her smile could fix my mood in secondsss, I really hope she never sees me in disgust because I know I can be cringe sometimes and clingy yeah and maybe too loving and too attached but everything I ever did came from love, I just cared about her so much and maybe I didn't always know how to show it in the right way, and the crazy thing is she never had to change anything for me, not her body, not her face, not her personality, not a single thing, she was already perfect to me, every insecurity she had I either never noticed or thought was beautiful because it was part of her, and wow she made me feel so safe sometimes without even trying, she could be annoying and I'd still smile, she could make me mad and I'd still smile, she could ignore me for hours and I'd still be waiting for her message like an idiot because talking to her was one of the best parts of my day, and even when life was stressing me out or something else was making me angry I never wanted to take it out on her because she wasn't the person I wanted to hurt, she was the person that made things feel okay, and gosh I miss her, not in some dramatic movie way but in all the little things, like when I see something funny and instantly think she'd laugh at it, or when I see her favorite flower and she pops into my head, or when I read a book and wonder what she'd think about it.

Her strength inspires me every single day. I deeply admire the way that, even after everything she has been through and everything she has had to endure, she continues to be the incredible girl she is today.

There is a quiet courage within her that she may not even recognize in herself. Despite the wounds of her past, she still spreads kindness, makes people smile, and brings light into the lives of those around her. That is something I admire more than I could ever put into words.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I cry when I think about what she has been through. It hurts to imagine the person I love most suffering; it hurts to know there were moments when she had to face that pain alone. Love has this strange duality: it is the most beautiful feeling in the world, yet it can also be the most painful, because when you truly love someone, their pain becomes your own.

If I could, I would erase every tear she has ever cried, every fear that made her doubt herself, and every scar her past has left behind. But at the same time, I know that every battle she has faced has helped shape the extraordinary woman she is today.

And maybe that is what I love most about her: her strength. Her ability to keep going, to endure, and to keep smiling even after all the pain. She is far stronger than she realizes, and I will admire her for that every single day of my life.

She is honestly the most beautiful person I've ever met and not just beautiful like physically cuz wow she was gorgeous to me but everything about her was beautiful, Her personality… honestly, where do I even begin? She has this incredible way of being strong and gentle at the same time. She likes to act tough and independent, but beneath that is one of the kindest and most caring hearts I’ve ever known ( Correction, the best heart I've ever known ).

She’s confident yet thoughtful, determined yet soft-hearted, playful yet incredibly sweet. Her sense of humour, her quick wit, and the way she cares for the people she loves make her impossible to forget. She has a beautiful way of showing kindness in the smallest moments, often without even realising the impact she has on others.

There’s something so special about the balance she carries,her strength never takes away from her warmth, and her independence only makes her kindness shine even brighter, and idk how she did it but she made every single day better, like genuinely better, I'd wake up and the thought of talking to her would make me smile, seeing her name pop up on my phone would make me smile, hearing about her day would make me smile, and wow her smile, gosh her smile could fix my mood in secondsss, I really hope she never sees me in disgust because I know I can be cringe sometimes and clingy yeah and maybe too loving and too attached but everything I ever did came from love, I just cared about her so much and maybe I didn't always know how to show it in the right way, and the crazy thing is she never had to change anything for me, not her body, not her face, not her personality, not a single thing, she was already perfect to me, every insecurity she had I either never noticed or thought was beautiful because it was part of her, and wow she made me feel so safe sometimes without even trying, she could be annoying and I'd still smile, she could make me mad and I'd still smile, she could ignore me for hours and I'd still be waiting for her message like an idiot because talking to her was one of the best parts of my day, and even when life was stressing me out or something else was making me angry I never wanted to take it out on her because she wasn't the person I wanted to hurt, she was the person that made things feel okay, and gosh I miss her, not in some dramatic movie way but in all the little things, like when I see something funny and instantly think she'd laugh at it, or when I see her favorite flower and she pops into my head, or when I read a book and wonder what she'd think about it.

Her strength inspires me every single day. I deeply admire the way that, even after everything she has been through and everything she has had to endure, she continues to be the incredible girl she is today.

There is a quiet courage within her that she may not even recognize in herself. Despite the wounds of her past, she still spreads kindness, makes people smile, and brings light into the lives of those around her. That is something I admire more than I could ever put into words.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I cry when I think about what she has been through. It hurts to imagine the person I love most suffering; it hurts to know there were moments when she had to face that pain alone. Love has this strange duality: it is the most beautiful feeling in the world, yet it can also be the most painful, because when you truly love someone, their pain becomes your own.

If I could, I would erase every tear she has ever cried, every fear that made her doubt herself, and every scar her past has left behind. But at the same time, I know that every battle she has faced has helped shape the extraordinary woman she is today.

And maybe that is what I love most about her: her strength. Her ability to keep going, to endure, and to keep smiling even after all the pain. She is far stronger than she realizes, and I will admire her for that every single day of my life.

She is honestly the most beautiful person I've ever met and not just beautiful like physically cuz wow she was gorgeous to me but everything about her was beautiful, Her personality… honestly, where do I even begin? She has this incredible way of being strong and gentle at the same time. She likes to act tough and independent, but beneath that is one of the kindest and most caring hearts I’ve ever known ( Correction, the best heart I've ever known ).

She’s confident yet thoughtful, determined yet soft-hearted, playful yet incredibly sweet. Her sense of humour, her quick wit, and the way she cares for the people she loves make her impossible to forget. She has a beautiful way of showing kindness in the smallest moments, often without even realising the impact she has on others.

There’s something so special about the balance she carries,her strength never takes away from her warmth, and her independence only makes her kindness shine even brighter, and idk how she did it but she made every single day better, like genuinely better, I'd wake up and the thought of talking to her would make me smile, seeing her name pop up on my phone would make me smile, hearing about her day would make me smile, and wow her smile, gosh her smile could fix my mood in secondsss, I really hope she never sees me in disgust because I know I can be cringe sometimes and clingy yeah and maybe too loving and too attached but everything I ever did came from love, I just cared about her so much and maybe I didn't always know how to show it in the right way, and the crazy thing is she never had to change anything for me, not her body, not her face, not her personality, not a single thing, she was already perfect to me, every insecurity she had I either never noticed or thought was beautiful because it was part of her, and wow she made me feel so safe sometimes without even trying, she could be annoying and I'd still smile, she could make me mad and I'd still smile, she could ignore me for hours and I'd still be waiting for her message like an idiot because talking to her was one of the best parts of my day, and even when life was stressing me out or something else was making me angry I never wanted to take it out on her because she wasn't the person I wanted to hurt, she was the person that made things feel okay, and gosh I miss her, not in some dramatic movie way but in all the little things, like when I see something funny and instantly think she'd laugh at it, or when I see her favorite flower and she pops into my head, or when I read a book and wonder what she'd think about it.

Her strength inspires me every single day. I deeply admire the way that, even after everything she has been through and everything she has had to endure, she continues to be the incredible girl she is today.

There is a quiet courage within her that she may not even recognize in herself. Despite the wounds of her past, she still spreads kindness, makes people smile, and brings light into the lives of those around her. That is something I admire more than I could ever put into words.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I cry when I think about what she has been through. It hurts to imagine the person I love most suffering; it hurts to know there were moments when she had to face that pain alone. Love has this strange duality: it is the most beautiful feeling in the world, yet it can also be the most painful, because when you truly love someone, their pain becomes your own.

If I could, I would erase every tear she has ever cried, every fear that made her doubt herself, and every scar her past has left behind. But at the same time, I know that every battle she has faced has helped shape the extraordinary woman she is today.

And maybe that is what I love most about her: her strength. Her ability to keep going, to endure, and to keep smiling even after all the pain. She is far stronger than she realizes, and I will admire her for that every single day of my life.

She is honestly the most beautiful person I've ever met and not just beautiful like physically cuz wow she was gorgeous to me but everything about her was beautiful, Her personality… honestly, where do I even begin? She has this incredible way of being strong and gentle at the same time. She likes to act tough and independent, but beneath that is one of the kindest and most caring hearts I’ve ever known ( Correction, the best heart I've ever known ).

She’s confident yet thoughtful, determined yet soft-hearted, playful yet incredibly sweet. Her sense of humour, her quick wit, and the way she cares for the people she loves make her impossible to forget. She has a beautiful way of showing kindness in the smallest moments, often without even realising the impact she has on others.

There’s something so special about the balance she carries,her strength never takes away from her warmth, and her independence only makes her kindness shine even brighter, and idk how she did it but she made every single day better, like genuinely better, I'd wake up and the thought of talking to her would make me smile, seeing her name pop up on my phone would make me smile, hearing about her day would make me smile, and wow her smile, gosh her smile could fix my mood in secondsss, I really hope she never sees me in disgust because I know I can be cringe sometimes and clingy yeah and maybe too loving and too attached but everything I ever did came from love, I just cared about her so much and maybe I didn't always know how to show it in the right way, and the crazy thing is she never had to change anything for me, not her body, not her face, not her personality, not a single thing, she was already perfect to me, every insecurity she had I either never noticed or thought was beautiful because it was part of her, and wow she made me feel so safe sometimes without even trying, she could be annoying and I'd still smile, she could make me mad and I'd still smile, she could ignore me for hours and I'd still be waiting for her message like an idiot because talking to her was one of the best parts of my day, and even when life was stressing me out or something else was making me angry I never wanted to take it out on her because she wasn't the person I wanted to hurt, she was the person that made things feel okay, and gosh I miss her, not in some dramatic movie way but in all the little things, like when I see something funny and instantly think she'd laugh at it, or when I see her favorite flower and she pops into my head, or when I read a book and wonder what she'd think about it.

Her strength inspires me every single day. I deeply admire the way that, even after everything she has been through and everything she has had to endure, she continues to be the incredible girl she is today.

There is a quiet courage within her that she may not even recognize in herself. Despite the wounds of her past, she still spreads kindness, makes people smile, and brings light into the lives of those around her. That is something I admire more than I could ever put into words.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I cry when I think about what she has been through. It hurts to imagine the person I love most suffering; it hurts to know there were moments when she had to face that pain alone. Love has this strange duality: it is the most beautiful feeling in the world, yet it can also be the most painful, because when you truly love someone, their pain becomes your own.

If I could, I would erase every tear she has ever cried, every fear that made her doubt herself, and every scar her past has left behind. But at the same time, I know that every battle she has faced has helped shape the extraordinary woman she is today.

And maybe that is what I love most about her: her strength. Her ability to keep going, to endure, and to keep smiling even after all the pain. She is far stronger than she realizes, and I will admire her for that every single day of my life.