I know I am difficult to love. And I know very well that you think you’re difficult to love as well.
Darling, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter. When I am crying, and shaking, and screaming, and breaking, your sweet words and understanding nature help me.
It doesn’t matter if you have a flat stomach or not, because, I have your radiant personality to hold onto.
Your heart is clearer and your eyes are brighter than the skin, you think, is dull and battered.
It’s you that I want.
We have our days when we feel insecure, but babe, always know that I am happy to have you in my life, never mind, not your ‘perfect’ body.
You are beautiful, and NO, I am not referring to how thin you are, or if you have a six-pack or not. You’re beautiful because you’re kind and caring and helpful and loving and I’d rather have a person with a good heart beside me than a person with just good looks.