okay so I have severe scoliosis and I have to wear a back brace and I may or may not need surgery sometime this year.

anyway, this disability of mine made me assume right away that no one would ever like me. who would like a girl who's literally half plastic, anyway?

and then this guys walks into my life- stupid cute smile and hoodie and all- and i liked him.

but it's not like he'd like me back. or so i thought.

on valentines day, he came over to my house with the cutest little succulent in his hands (he knows i'm allergic to flowers). he gave it to me and told me he liked me.

i like him too, but, i'm clearly a mess. and i told him that.

and here's what he said-

"Why? Because of your scoliosis? You know I don't care about that. You are absolutely beautiful. I promise you, you aren't a freak. You aren't deformed. There's nothing wrong. You just have this thing that not many people have. And that's perfectly fine. You're beautiful, okay?"

I cried. That was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

He gave me a tight hug and wiped my tears with his thumb.

"For the record..." He said, turning around and pulling up the back of his shirt.

There was a scar along his back.

He had scoliosis and he had surgery last year.

He turned back to me and put his shirt down.

And that's how I, the half-plastic scoliosis patient, got a boyfriend.