To the one I love, before I met you “love” was just a word to me. I was never the little girl that prayed every night for their perfect prince to come along. Even at age five I knew better than to believe that there was such a thing as a “perfect” man. In middle school, I gagged over the romantic movies that my friends were constantly obsessing over because I knew that love like that didn’t exist. In high school, I began to convince myself that I didn’t need anyone but myself. And then you came along.

Somewhere in between the chaos of my life, I met you. I fell in love with the fact that you were far, far, far from perfect. There was something about your flaws that fit so perfectly with mine and I fell in love with all the things you hated about yourself. And just like that, my opinion about love drastically changed.

This part of the letter I wanted to explain what your love means to me, but I keep finding myself writing a few words and then deleting everything a few seconds later, over and over and over again. I now realize, that love simply cant be explained, it’s much more complex than that. Even the smartest group of chemists can’t explain what I feel. I can sit here and try, but I would never be able to accurately describe the butterflies I get when I’m with you or how time seems to slow down when I’m not.

Back then, Love used to be such a blurry concept, and now it’s the only thing that makes sense. You make me crave something that I didn’t believe actually existed. Honestly, you’re still no prince or perfect man, but you’re better than that; you’re real. Perfectly imperfect. So thank you, for changing my views on the world, understanding my flaws, and being the only person who can send me to new levels of utter happiness. I can’t explain what love is, but I know that what we have is love. And God does it make me feel infinite.