I’m not the type of girl that guys daydream about as they’re falling asleep at night or that they saunter up to at clubs. I’m just an average woman with a large mouth and a big heart. Nothing out of the ordinary. I don’t know why the hell you like someone like me, but I’m so glad that you do.
We could have easily missed each other.
If I grew up in a different state or enrolled in a different college, then we might not have crossed paths. I’d either be single and complaining about how there aren’t any good guys in town or I’d be stuck dating someone that treated me like crap. So I can’t say I regret anything, from my broken bones to my asshole exes, because every little choice led me straight to you.
You could have anyone you wanted.
You have your flaws. Everyone does. But you’re the smartest man I’ve ever met. If you went after a girl, you could have her. You could have anything you wanted from this world and you chose to go with me. I’m still trying to figure out why you were dumb enough to make that decision, but I know you think it’s dumb that I chose you, so I suppose we’re even.
I never thought that I’d find someone who loved me like you do.
It’s not that I hate myself or that I have super low self-esteem. I just never pictured myself in a serious relationship. I’ve been single for a while, and I assumed that it was going to stay that way for the foreseeable future. But now that I’ve met you, all that has changed. I can picture a wedding with a lacy dress and chocolate cake. I can picture living in a two-story house filled with puppies and pictures and visiting in-laws. I can picture a forever that involves you and only you.
I didn’t know men like you existed.
I’ve met artsy boys, I’ve met athletic boys, and I’ve met fuck boys. But in all the years I’ve walked through this fucked up earth, I’ve never seen someone quite like you. Is it cliche? You betcha. But you’re everything I never knew I wanted. It’s hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that I’ve met someone like you, let alone the fact that I’m dating you. I know I tell you how incredible you are on a daily basis, but you’ll never understand how much I mean it.
I’m so very in love with you.
I’m glad you like me, because if you haven’t noticed, I’m absolutely crazy about you. I wasn’t like this with any of my exes. With them, I counted down the days until our inevitable breakup. But with you, I’m counting down the days until we say, “I do.” I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s impossible to explain how much I love you. There isn’t a word in the English language–or any language for that matter–that describes the intensity of my affection. So I’ll just have to settle for saying, “I don’t know why the hell you like me, but I’m so glad you do.”