Before You Enter...

I like to write. When something matters, words are how I sort through it, how I say what I actually mean. So I put this together for you.

You're gorgeous, but that's honestly the least interesting thing about you. Yeah, you're beautiful. Anyone with eyes can see that. You walk into a room and people notice without even trying. It's like your presence adjusts the whole atmosphere. Like the energy shifts just because you showed up.

But the thing is, beauty is the easiest thing to see. It takes zero effort to point out someone's face. What I see in you, it takes attention. That takes knowing you. And that's the part that makes you unforgettable.

I noticed the way your voice changes when you talk about something you really care about. Not just the sparkle, but the focus, the passion. The way your whole mood lifts. It's like watching a flame catch, even when you're trying to hide it. Maybe you don't realize it, but that passion, that's one of the most beautiful things about you.

I noticed your laugh. Not the polite one you use when you're trying to be quiet, but the real one. The one that takes over your whole body. The one you try to cover cause you're scared it's too loud, too much. But that laugh, it's the kind that makes people laugh just hearing it. It fills the room in a way nothing else does.

And then there are the moments nobody else sees. The way you fall silent when you're hurting. The way you try to hold yourself together because you don't wanna bother anyone with your problems. You carry your pain like you owe the world an apology for even feeling it. Like you have to be strong all the time. And somehow, even in your quietest moments, you still show up for people with your full heart. That's strength. It's rare.

The kind of beauty you can't put makeup on. The kind of beauty you can't fake, can't recreate. But I've seen the worry behind your eyes sometime, the quiet fear that you're too much, that wanting to be close, wanting reassurance, wanting to be held makes you needy or heavy or hard to love. Let me be very clear: you were never too much. Not once. Not even close.

The parts of you that reach, that ask, that feel everything so deeply, they're not flaws. They're proof you're alive in a way most people only pretend to be. You don't drain anyone by being honest about what you need. You don't overwhelm by caring this hard.

You are smart, scary smart, the kind that sees layers other people miss. You are gorgeous in every light, every angle, every mood. And you are perfect, not in some flawless, untouchable way, but in the real, human, breathtaking way that makes my chest ache when I think about how lucky I am to know you.

People think they know you because they see your face. But if they paid attention, really paid attention, they'd realize your looks are just the cover, not the story. You're gorgeous, yeah. But honestly, that's the least extraordinary thing about you. Your real beauty exists in the parts of you the world never sees unless they earn it, the mind that keeps surprising me. And that's the part of you I never stop being in awe of.

You are not too much.

You are exactly enough.

And I wouldn't change a single piece of you.

I'm better at code than words.

But for you, I tried both.

I really like this picture.

Now the question is...

Will you be my Valentine?

See you on the 12th.