The Most Beautiful Girl in the World 🌟

I suspect when I write that you're the most beautiful woman to have ever walked the face of this planet, that my readers assume I'm exaggerating, or that you may very well be attractive, but my love for you clouds things, diminishes everyone else in my eyes.

They're wrong.

How could it be so, if I've thought it since the day I met you? It would be half a decade before I would start feeling myself slipping, yet you have always, from the very beginning, been… astonishing.

I think that, when I write that you have the gentlest of souls, generous, loving, quite simply… kind. That people think I'm missing something, I don't known you well enough to have seen the faults.

They're wrong.

You have, in the ten years I've known you, been unfailingly positive, genuinely caring, a truly shining example of the sort of person we should all strive to be. That I strive to be.

You are an amazing, smart, beautiful person, inside and out.

You'd be wasted on me. On anyone, truly.

And yet.

I see how you look at me. I feel how we bounce off each other… banter, just friendly banter…

And yet.

I can't have you, but it's not because you don't want me, and I will never, ever, ever understand that.

I'm just… this guy. You know?

And you?

Truly. The most amazing, beautiful, kind woman to have ever walked the earth.

I'm just honored to have gotten to know you. If I were smart, that would be enough. It could be enough.

But… I'm not smart. I need so much more. I need you here, by my side. Need your presence, every day. Need to feel you in my arms. Need to hear your voice. Need to smell your hair. Need to touch you. Need you need you need you need you…

Need to tell you that I love you.

I love you.