Don't tell me that I'm beautiful. Tell me the sound of my laughter makes you want to laugh too. Tell me the way my eyes crinkle when I smile makes your heart soften. Tell me the curve of my shoulder is tantalizing.
Don't tell me I'm a good person. Tell me that my passion for my work inspires you. Tell me that the way I rescue strangers and kittens gives you hope. Tell me that my soft heart makes you want to hold me close and my stubborn pride fills you with awe.
Don't tell me that you're mad at me. Tell me that my careless words infuriate you. Tell me that my selfishness makes you feel lonely. Tell me that my frivolousness frustrates you and when I am distracted you feel unheard.
Don't tell me that you want me. Tell me that the scent of me makes you long to hold me close. Tell me that the curve of my ass incites lust. Tell me that curls gone wild makes you feel wild about me and you can't wait to feel my skin against yours.
Don't tell me that you love me. Tell me that when I dance in the kitchen and sing in the shower the world feels brighter. Tell me that my thirst for adventure brings excitement to your soul. Tell me that you can see forever with me sitting across the room from you.
Don't tell me that you'll fight for me. Tell me that I provoke introspection. Tell me that being with me makes you want to be a better man. Tell me that I matter to you. Tell me that I am worthy and that you want to share your life with me.
Don't you fucking tell me that I shine. Don't tell me that you're attracted to my light, my goodness, my heart. Tell me that you love the way I show up for people. Tell me you admire how I hold people safe when they are falling apart. Tell me my ability to find magic in the world encourages you to look for magic as well. Tell me that you watch the way I walk the razors edge with wonder. Tell me that the way I find light in the darkness feels miraculous. Tell me that the depth and passion of my emotions takes your breath away.
Don't tell me that you love me. Tell me that you choose me, every day, in every way.
You are stunning. The look the you send me from across the room, saying everything without saying a word, captivates me. It reminds me that I have a soul, and that you have touched it.
Your passion for others is inspiring. It spurs me to do better, and be better, so that I can keep up. It pushes me to remember my own compassion for others, especially when I am feeling hopeless and angry.
I do want you. I want to hold you at night. I want snuggles, and kisses, and spooning. I want to dance with you. I want to bake with you. I want to share myself with you. I want to touch every inch of you. I want to be naked with you, sleep with you, and to love you. I want to tangle my fingers in your curls, and be so close I can’t tell where I end and you begin.
Being with you makes me want to be a better man. It makes me want to engage with myself, discover myself, and discover you. I look forward to spending the rest of forever with you.
You make my life better. I look forward to ending the day with you, and wrapping you in my arms. I look forward to comforting you while you comfort me. I am excited to build traditions, share experiences, and go on adventures with you.
I love you. So much.
I am attracted to the way you are and the way you are exist. I am attracted to your laugh, your smile, your curls, your body. I am drawn to your shape, your embrace, and your voice.
I admire your ability to reflect, to comfort, and to be with me.
I choose you. I choose to be with you. I choose to enjoy you.
All of you. Every day.