I hate comparing you to the others because the others they just don’t compare. I’ve had plenty of “boyfriends”.
But...
No other has texted me on a random Saturday and asked if I would have dinner with his parents the next evening because they’re excited to meet me. No other has been so proud of me, and willing to show me off, to make me a part of his family.
No other has seen me at six a.m. on competition mornings instead of dressed up on any other Saturday night and still thought I was beautiful and told me so without ever saying it. No other has been able to tell me things in the way he holds my hand but without ever actually saying anything.
No other has gone along with my obsession for adventures and calling the simplest of things adventures and spontaneously going on drives or to do some silly, childish thing. No other has had as much fun as I do with extremely simple things.
No other has sat for hours at McDonald’s with my friends and laughed until we couldn’t breathe, anyone else told me my friends were too much & couldn’t handle them for too long. No other has made me feel this safe, content and just generally happy.
No other has ever made that word come to mind: content. I'm a very restless, very anxious and paranoid person. There's just something about you and the way your hand fits in mine that makes everything else go quiet. You're slowly but surely teaching me to find peace in silence.
No other has somehow won my trust this quickly. For some reason, I trust you to not lie to me, to not hurt me. I’m never afraid when I’m with you. I don't have to think twice before I mutter something stupid, I don't have to control how I act. There is no false veil, just me and you. I can be myself around you without fear of judgment.
You’re the kindest, sweetest soul to me and I don’t know what I did to deserve it but I'm not letting you go anytime soon. Thank you, for being better than the rest, for not even comparing to others, for making me the happiest girl in the world.