I Hope…

I hope he tells you every day that you are the most beautiful woman in the world… because you are.

I hope he makes you feel loved, seen, and heard.

I hope you never wonder if you are enough, because he shows you every day that you are.

I hope you aren't seeking validation when you post photos of yourself on Facebook, because you are already secure.

(I hope, in fact, that you do that for me… after all, every photo I have ever posted of myself since we've been connected is purely for you, but that's for another letter…)

I hope he is loving you in all of the ways you could ever want or need.

I hope, in fact, that you are happy.

Except.

Sometimes.

When I'm feeling selfish…

I hope that you are unhappy.

I hope he leaves you wanting something more, something better.

I hope there's a need in your heart that you're trying to fill.

I hope he's failing to remind you that you are a truly wonderful person in every way.

I hope your concerns, wants, and needs are falling on deaf ears.

I hope he leaves you needing more.

Because if he didn't, how would I ever even stand a chance to do those things for you?

Because I want to. I want to more than anything I've ever wanted. And I suspect I'm up to the task.

Because, you know what?

You are truly the most beautiful woman in the world.

You are loved, seen, and heard… by me.

You are enough, you are everything.

The glow from your inner beauty only makes you shine that much more brightly.

I don't know if I could love you in all of the ways you could ever want and need, but I want nothing more than a chance to try.

I hope…

I hope I get that chance, someday.