I have these tiny brown dots scattered across my cheeks and around my eyes, and I’ve always thought about getting rid of them to have clearer, more even-toned skin.
But my boyfriend absolutely LOVES them. He keeps telling me they are one of the most beautiful features of my face.
And the sweetest part is that I have slowly started loving them too, simply because of how lovingly he sees them.
It’s such a small thing, but it made me realize how beautiful it is to be loved by someone who adores the little details about you that you might otherwise consider imperfections.
We have been together for two years now. I feel so lucky to love and be loved by him. 🥹❤️

I love Love, Especially when it's about my Boyfriend.

I get excited to wake Up Every morning to see him sleep beside me.

I feel Happy when i see him smile and laugh.

I get scared when i feel there is something wrong and he cant tell me what It is.

(Some weeks ago he faught with his mom and couldnt tell me what they faught about. It was my engagement ring, his mom didn't like the one he bought for me. I found out because she straight Up told me the ring was ugly, and he still hasnt proposed, i shouldnt even know about any ring)

I get sad when he feels sad.

I feel like i want to be a better person, not because i need to, but because i want to.

I feel so warm when i'm in his arms.

I smile when he smiles, i cry when he Crys.

"Love" in the past was always: fear, obsesión, anger, many horrible things.

But Love now is a Rollercoaster, a Rollercoaster that with Every Up and down forms the new way. I have never been on this Rollercoaster and It is different for everyone. I just know that i dont want this Ride to end.

I dont know if the Rollercoaster was a good example tbh.

I just feel that with Every hug i am so close to his Soul and there is a Deep conecction full of love and truth. He is who i want, he is who i need.

I am so Happy to have found him.

+Plus Points because he always gives me foot massages, especially after i wear sneakers.

Best Boyfriend everrrr!!!

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My classic bad boy, turned good type of story. A story from the books honestly. When we first met, it was for real love at first sight. My stomach said, "THERE YOU ARE, DAMN". it wasn't easy though, and I don't think it'll ever be easy.

When we first met, his ex cheated on him, and was threatning to kick him out to the streets. When we first met, he asked me if I had a boyfriend, I completely ignored his question, and we continued to talk about what was happening at home. I gave him a much needed hug, and as we were about to go our separate ways, he stopped me, and I can not lie, I felt electricity when our hands met. It was so comforting and amazing all in one within a split second. He asked me if I wanted to help him get back together with his ex girlfriend. From the very first moment we spoke, I knew he was my forever. But here I was, agreeing to help him win his ex back. I just thought; if I can just help him,, that's good enough for me. I've always been the sacrificial type. The type to sacrafice my own happiness for someone else's.

And so, from there on out, we went on pretend dates, held hands, pretended to be together. Then we had pretend sex. And that's when things got real, so real, I fell in love with this dude, and so real, that he also fell in love with me.

Flash forward to a couple weeks later: he is kicked out, and I have a car. I decide, to leave my family's home, and live with a man I had only known for a month in my car, in a parking lot. At this time, we are both still trying to win over his ex. For the next 4 months we are constantly trying to show off in front of her to make her jealous, while secretly enjoying the whole sherade. While we are homeless, my family stops by often to berate him. They fight, my brother threatens to kill him, and I know now that they were just trying to protect me. But 3 years ago, I thought they were just being complete jerks. I hated them in fact. My husband had no job, and wasn't trying to get one. I on the other hand got a job a week after we became homeless.

Yes, I stayed with him through all this, and call me naive because quite frankly I am, but I saw a part of him I wanted to hold onto. That, and the gut feeling I had when we first met, kept me coming back for more, and more, and more, I wanted every single experience to be with him... He was just wonderful in my eyes.

So we move to a different state because we can't live in my car forever, to live with his brother. We try a new position while we are... breeding. And BOOM out pops a baby. 6 months into the relationship, with a man who still won't work or provide. I stay with him still, even though he has severe anger issues and multiple personalities and yelled at me a lot, yeah I didn't mention that did I.

Against all odds, being homeless for 4 months, getting pregnant after 6 months, moving across the country and doing long distance for the entirety of my pregnancy, sending him money while also saving up for an apartment for us, we made it here, to our home. He moves in.

Just when I thought the hard stuff was over, it gets even worse. I continue to be the only one working for an entire three years. He gets jobs then looses them. My family hates him. Everyone doesn't like him, all while I love him so much. It was so hard. While I was pregnant I even worked 2 jobs. I don't mind working to make the ends meet, it's what has to be done.

About a year of living together, and it feels like hell. Everyday we fought for months. A TV was smashed, lamps broken, cops called twice. I thought he was going to kill me, and I cried every day because I was in hell.

I even left him, had my brother and his friends come and get my possessions. But I realized I had made a mistake, and came back.

It's a joke of a story, but yeah, I ended up coming back... and, after so much time fighting... things started to get, better. He got one anxiety medication, and one thing led to another, and... he settled down. I settled down. We fell in love again, he got a fulltime job and... now, things are heavenly, beautiful, and it was so wroth staying and waiting for things to get better. Idk, it worked out for me for some reason. He loves his son now, loves me, provides, while I stay home with our son. Life is amazing with this man. Every experience is 10 times better with him now. He used to be so stressed, hard on himself and others, he used to hate his mom, and now he's just? The sweetest man on earth? Quite actually, we have a fairy tail book love story. Bad boy turned good. He even has mom and dad issues and he used to have abs and was all hot. Idk, it's just amazing. Thanks for listening 😆

I love how love can be so different. My grandmother recently passed away and understanding that missing her is also loving her has made me think about how love is so vast.

I love my bf, we have a ldr right now, and I still love talking to him, I genuinely enjoy his personality, his quiet moments, we are so different and so alike and I love him

I love my friends and talking to them, I love reading the GC and seeing their personality through their messages

I love my favorite artist, who I recently saw in concert, and I loved the vibe there, it was pure love

I'm currently watching Sullivan's crossing and I love how it's cozy and slow

I hope you're all loved

Baby,

There is a memory that has been sitting quietly in my mind for years.

It was shortly after our wedding. You had taken a month away from your PhD to be with me in Bangalore. We had done all the things newly married couples are expected to do. The Tirupati trip. Family visits. My grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary.

But this memory is not about any of those things.

It is about a lunch.

I was at work that day. Oracle was demanding, deadlines were tight, and I was trying desperately to convince myself that I belonged there. I was working on a banking product despite never really being comfortable with numbers. Finance had always baffled me. I was more comfortable with stories than spreadsheets, feelings than figures.

I remember getting a call from you. You wanted to come to my office so we could have lunch together.

I think you had cooked my favourite meal. Rajma, perhaps. The details have faded with time.

What hasn't faded is how I behaved.

My manager was already unhappy that I had taken extra leave after our wedding. Test cases were piling up. Deadlines were looming. I felt immense pressure to prove myself. For the first time in my life, I wasn't just someone's son or someone's boyfriend.

I was a husband.

I was earning ₹50,000 a month, paying rent, managing expenses, planning travel, and carrying responsibilities that felt much larger than I was prepared for. There was no instruction manual. No elder sibling teaching me the ropes. No reassurance that I was doing any of it correctly.

I was scared.

But instead of admitting that, I took it out on you.

I still remember seeing you in that newlywed salwar suit, wearing the red and white bridal bangles, excited to spend an afternoon with your husband.

And I greeted you with irritation.

I accused you of distracting me from work.

I made you feel guilty for taking a cab.

I made a simple act of love feel like a mistake.

I honestly don't even remember eating the food.

What I remember is failing to see what was in front of me.

A young woman who simply wanted to share lunch with the man she had married.

If I could revisit that afternoon, I would do everything differently.

I would greet you with a smile.

I would make time.

I would thank you for the effort.

I would sit beside you and enjoy every bite and make you eat with my hands. I don't think I ever did that, that was always you.

I would walk you to a nearby ice cream shop afterward, watch you laugh, book your cab home, and spend the rest of the day feeling grateful that someone loved me enough to bring lunch across a city.

But life does not work that way.

The past remains exactly where it happened.

All we get is understanding, years later.

And perhaps that is why I am writing this.

Not because I can change that afternoon.

But because I never properly said what should have been said that day.

Thank you.

And I am sorry.

Love, 

Teddy.