I need to tell you something, and I need you to listen to me with your whole heart, without any misunderstandings. Look, I’m not going to pretend to be a saint, and I'm definitely not bowing down to anyone, but what I feel for you is a fierce, consuming, unyielding kind of love. It’s an absolute possession—the kind where my soul is tangled so tightly with yours that the very thought of losing you suffocates me.
​Every single word I say comes from a place of pure honesty. I know that sometimes the things I do or the way I pull away might feel wrong, and I hate myself for it. I don't want to lose you, not for a single second, but I swear to God, I want what's best for you even more than I want my own peace. I look at you and I want you to have a brilliant, beautiful future, far away from any trouble or pain. I can't bear the thought of you settling for less than you deserve, because all these words are still too little compared to what you truly deserve—you deserve so much more.
​Let me be completely honest with you about your beauty—though 'beauty' doesn't even begin to cover it. I don't care about standard definitions of beauty, because to me, it all starts and ends with your eyes. I am utterly ruined by your eyes and your gorgeous, perfectly carved lips. Your gaze does something to my sanity that I can't even explain. And God, when you laugh... even if my day is an absolute disaster, even if my mood is at its darkest and heaviest, the moment I hear or see your laughter, everything shifts. It instantly washes away the gloom and makes my entire day infinitely better. You are breathtakingly gorgeous, and you have this effortless magic that brightens my world no matter how dark it gets.
​Listen to me: no one will ever come close to you. There is no one like you, and there never will be. You have the sweetest style, the purest presence, and to my eyes, you are simply the best.
​And hear this clearly—I never, ever want to see you cry over anyone or anything. It breaks something inside me. The only time tears should ever fall from those gorgeous eyes of yours is out of sheer, overwhelming happiness. Your eyes are far too precious, far too breathtaking for sadness; they don't belong to sorrow.
​So don't ever let what people say get to you. Let them talk, let them judge—none of it matters. You are the best in my eyes, and no matter what happens, I am right here, holding on to you with everything I've got