An Open Letter To My Boyfriend

I know it's not always going to be easy. I knew what I signed up for the first time I saw you play. You're a very passionate person; passionate about your music, passionate about your future, but not any less passionate about me. No matter how critical it seems I am of you, I hope you know that every time you show me a new song idea, I'm always in awe of you. The way your smile shines when you nail that riff, the way you manage to perfect that really hard song I asked you to learn for me, and the way you manage to make me feel secure at the end of a show I couldn't make it to.

Whenever I get irrationally mad about the little things, you always tell me that dating you will be difficult, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. I don't want to be with a doctor, or a lawyer, or a CEO. I want the adventure. I want the excitement. I don't care if you don't have a steady income, or normal hours of work. If you get back at 4 in the morning from a long rehearsal, I'll wait up just so I can see the tired, but satisfied look on your face. I don't care how many times we fight over who's at your show, or the girls that are involved in your gigs, I'm not going anywhere.

I know it's hard dating a psycho like me, I don't always make things as easy as they should be. I get insecure because I know how talented you are, and that someone somewhere must see you through my eyes, I get scared that you'll realize just how incredible you are, and find someone just as amazing as you are, but most of all, I just want to be as supportive as I can possibly be.

I might not be able to make it to every gig, or be able to see you when you go on tour, but you have to know that I'm your biggest fan, just as I've always been. From the first time we played together, to when you were in that horrible cover band, to your current band now, I am always your biggest fan, just as I'll be your biggest fan no matter what you decide to do.

I promise to stay by your side. Through the fights, the gigs, the jealousy, the insecurities, the late nights, the distractions, and the loneliness. I'm not going anywhere.