Hello, handsome! I hope you know that you’re madly in love with me! Let’s cut the small talk and get right to business, yeah?

I’m weird. I’m quirky. I’m loud and sometimes quite obnoxious. I’m so sassy it actually hurts and I say “fight me” too often for someone who isn’t strong enough to open most doors. I’ll get really mad when you beat me at games and I’ll fall asleep on your chest while you play yours. I’m forever sleepy. My favorite things are sitting in silence in your company, reading books, and also being anywhere and doing anything with you. If you like it, I might not and I’ll let you know but I’ll pretend so you can enjoy yourself.

When I say I want two scoops of ice cream I really mean that I want for you to bring the whole container and a couple of spoons so you can eat it with me. My comfort food isn’t sweets or junk, it’s rice or warm, buttery mashed potatoes. I laugh at my own jokes. A lot. All the time. When you catch me staring at you, it means I am so grateful to have a man as amazing as you. My love language is words of affirmation so I’ll get really annoying, asking if you still love me or if you still want me, etc. We could be on our wedding day and I’ll whisper the words “you still like me, right?...” because I NEED to hear it or I start thinking maybe you’ve lost interest. It’s one of my many faults. Yes, I have faults, you do too. But despite them, I will love you with every ounce of my being.

Honey, I’ve been hurt. Be patient with me. I won’t want you to touch me certain ways because it reminds me of something painful. I’ve had my heart ripped out of my chest and stomped on and dragged through the mud and thrown back at me. I’ve had heartbreaks that left me in a mess on the floor and I’ve had people treat me like I’m nothing. Don’t worry, I know my worth now. But sometimes it still hurts. I’ve struggled with my mental health and I’ve struggled SO hard with loving myself. Please know that if I text you and say that I miss you, it means my heart is aching in my chest and craving the strongest hug you have. If I tell you I am struggling, remind me to breathe. Tell me how important I am to you. Odds are, I’m overthinking... I’m my own worst enemy... but let me know that I’m not alone. OK?

I’m used to people leaving. I’m used to feeling like I was on my own. If I let you in, know that it took so much out of me.

I pray you never get used to me. That you find something new to love every day. That when I take my hair out of a bun and wash off my makeup, I simply charm you because you get to be loved by this lioness swamp monster. I pray that you know how incredibly thankful I am for you and all you do and all you have yet to do. Yes, I PRAY for these things because my faith is the biggest thing about me. I want you to only look up to see me because God told you to. This is important to me.

Know that I am SO proud of you and the man that you are. Know that I love you, even when I don’t like you. And know that when I say “I love you” I mean it from the very bottom of my heart because I truly believe there is no greater man on this earth than you.

Love,