I want him to see all of me and still think I’m beautiful. All the flaws, all the scars, all the twinkles and smiles. I want him to see me for years, over time, changing, and always getting better, but never having been lesser in the past because of it.
I want to be unforgettable. I want him to see me at my best, even when I am at my worst, and when I am at my worst, I want him to remind me of the best that I can be. I want him to see the beauty in me even when I cannot. I want him to see the beauty I could be, not because I am not beautiful enough – I am already the most beautiful to him – but because he knows the world is mine and he wants me to have it, here, with him.
I want to always see myself the way that he sees me because if I can do that, I will be a better person for it. But I can’t, which is fine, because I love him, too, and I see him for who he really is, resplendent in both darkness and light, and I am a better person for seeing that in him, too.
