I know he
isn't perfect
But I
don't care. His imperfections are what make him perfect for
me. It's everything about him. From the way his eyes light
up, how easily I can get lost into how they're a perfect
blue/brown. How his smile is just so friggin adorable, I
can't help but smile, not matter how bad my day was. When he
laughs, it's like an old song in my ears that I love to hear.
It's the way he holds me tight and never wants to let go, the
butterfly feeling I always get with him, the way he kisses me,
the way he'll just cuddle with me and hold me if I'm
having a bad day, the way he tells me how much he loves me
everyday. I don't care if he isn't the hottest guy on
Earth with the hottest abs or the softest hair, he's my
goofy, very good looking guy with the crazy curly hair I love to
run my fingers through. I know other girls want him, but he's
mine, and I'm greatful he picked me over anyone else. He
saved me, and because of that, I'm going to love him with all
I can, maybe even more.
I love you, Ryan. <3