I think I’m going to have to marry you.
The only thing stopping me is the fact that you’re not like all the models I have ever dated. You don’t have a washboard stomach. You don’t have skinny, toned legs. You don’t have a thin, articulated cheek-bone structure. You don’t have a small butt…
But that’s not supposed to matter, right?
It’s not supposed to matter that I’m only REALLY physically attracted to you when you have lost this much weight (probably for me) and/or we’re so close I don’t have to look at you.
I know I’m shallow. But I’ll be kneeling soon and hopefully I will grow a conscious that says that your inner-beauty, your intelligence, and love for me IS enough.
I wish you knew how much I want to love you more.