An Open Letter On Love | How It Should Feel

Dear Love,

I only want the best for you.

Sometimes the best doesn’t involve me. It’s just what makes you happy, what makes you feel better, and what makes you feel like the best. You deserve all of those feelings.

I have seen you smile a million times and if I think about it, I can play it over and over in my mind. The crinkles and the cracks.

There’s truth in saying that no one’s perfect, but can’t my perfect be you? You are flawed, but your flaws are part of what has made you, and without those flaws, you might not be you.

So, I guess there’s truth in saying that love is blind. Because even when you think you’re at your very worst, I always see you at your very best! Don’t be sad.

You are your own perfect and that perfect is mine.
I wouldn’t want you any other way.

Unless, you wanted to change.
Maybe you needed to change.

Then I would be your biggest supporter, your motivator, encourager, and #1 fan. I’d know all the words to your story and, if needed, could repeat them for someone else to hear.

You see, if good things happen for you, it’s good for me, too. We’re a team, partners–I need you to do good because then our team is stronger.

We’re climbing through life together. When good things happen for me, you’re the first person I want to tell. You are the one I am most excited to share in. I feel proud to tell you.

I love you. And I’m so thankful that you love me, too.

Actually, knowing that you love me might be more exciting than loving you.
The feeling is priceless. Instant euphoria and calm. Because of everyone here, of all the people, of all the choices, you choose me!

You love me.

I look in the mirror and I imagine how you must see me, and I look at myself differently. Thanks to you, I know little of my own flaws.

You bring out the best side of me. So when I’m with you, I’m my most confident. You are my fortress, my stronghold, and when I’m sleeping next to you, I am most at peace.

I see you laughing with other people, and the rest of the room dulls.
I’m tunnel vision, content with just watching you for a moment or two. You are charming and enchanting; your crazy laugh, contagious.
You don’t know how other people see you.
But I want you to.

You don’t know how I see you. Words could never be enough. So here I ramble.

Maybe all I should have wrote was:
“think about how much you love me–and multiply by 15.”

I want the best for you.

…and if some day, the best couldn’t involve me,

I’d let you go.

Sincerely yours,