I get it. I'm not stupid. And I'm definitely not blind. You aren't the conventional beauty. You know that. I know that. 

Still. 

You are beautiful. And the scariest thing is, with each passing day, I find you even more beautiful. As if that was even possible. But it is. And that's positively enchanting. 

So. Let me list the ways. Let me just attempt to open, at least, your eyes, to how you look to me. How you make me not just feel, but burn. 

It's hard to even start, because there are so many parts of you that I love. 

You know brown eyes are the most common color in the world and I used to hate my own because they were just so utterly mundane. But then, but then, after looking into your eyes for so many years, it's not just brown. It's warmth. It's comfort. And, I swear, the galaxy above my head, pales in comparison to the unspoken, unbroken, universe that's smothered beneath your brown eyes. 

You don't smile quite often, but when you do, it starts off like the sun peeking out behind stormy clouds, and then when you full on laugh, oh my, it's like time stands still and I'm basking in the brilliance of a sun that's just too damn bright for this world. 

You have a habit of being kind. Utterly and preciously kind. To everyone, but yourself. 

You skip. And jump in puddles. You dance as if gravity didn't exist. And sing like you're a rock star. You learned to cook when you were little because you found it fascinating. You love books because they're more than an escape, they're a portal into different, wonderful worlds.

Hah. And I could go on, but honestly, a big part of me is afraid someone else is going to see just how absolutely wonderful you are and take you away from me. Even though you aren't even mine to begin with. 

More than wanting you to love me, I want you to love yourself. 

-to the boy who believes he's alone in this world

-from the girl who has always been by your side