The definition of perfection.

                               You're not like anyone I've ever met, knew of, or even could fathom in my imagination. In just the past few weeks, you have done so much for me.

You've made my confidence so incredibly high. You're completely in awe by a picture I took and it's not even a naked picture or anything. All of my clothes are on, I'm not even smiling, and you loved it enough to make it your laptop's background.

You've made me feel more safe and comfortable than ever before. I've told you things that I was so afraid you'd get into a fight with me about, but you didn't. Instead, you worked with me on it and told me it'd be okay.

Lastly, and probably most importantly, you saved my life. You pulled me out of an eating disorder. I was lucky if I got a bite-sized chocolate egg or a slice of cheese every couple of days, and now I'm right back to eating normally. All because I couldn't bear disappointing or worrying you. Seeing you that distressed is the worst thing I've ever had to witness.

My love, you've been with me from the beginning and you've changed me into the best person I could be. I know you were expecting me to ramble about all the sweet things you were saying today, which, of course, I appreciate more than ever, but they're not what I've been thinking about lately. It's what you've done and haven't done in these past couple of weeks to prove to me that you are perfect, without even trying.