i’ve always told you how perfect i think you are;
how beautiful, and how amazing in every single way.
i remember how i would fight you to get you to see
all of these wonderful sides of yourself.
and yet, you never wanted to accept the compliments.
this always disappointed me, because i simply could not understand
how a girl that stunning could look in the mirror
and not marvel at her own appearance.
but simultaneously, i saw this as a challenge;
i figured that i had to pour my love into you even more,
until you realized that you are beautiful
and worth someone’s time, someone’s life. my life.
i remember how you used to think i would lie to you
and say that you looked pretty, just to make you happy.
you could not have been any more wrong. i was by your side for a long time.
i’ve seen you gain and lose weight, cut and grow out your hair,
laugh and cry. and i loved every moment of it;
i loved how your face filled up, then slimmed down.
i loved how cute you looked with shorter hair and how ****
when you grew it out again.
i swear to god, you were beautiful even
when you had tears rolling down your face.