I Love Your Ugly
I love everything about you.
I love your curves, I love the softness of your hair, I love the way you massage the back of my neck when we sit on the couch together.
I love it when you take care of me when I’m sick. I love the way you hold my head in your lap when I’m totally overwhelmed. I love the way you seem to know exactly what I need when I need it the most.
I love the way you look at me across a crowded room. I love the way you brush against my cock in public with your leg. I love the naughty text messages you send me when I’m at work.
I love your eyes. I can stare at them for minutes on end. There’s a whole world in there to be explored.
I love lying in bed with you staring up at the ceiling talking about life and death. I love how much we open up in our horizontal conversations.
I love your clavicles. I love the little indentation above your hipbone. I love your neck. I love exploring every inch of your body with my hands and mouth.
I love the moment before our first kiss of the day. I always try and make it last as long as possible, breathing each other and looking into each other’s eyes before our lips finally meet.
I love when you laugh out loud and your whole body shakes with joy. I love when you totally give yourself permission to experience that laughter in your entire body.
I love cuddling with you. I love wrapping every limb of my body around yours so you feel like you’re in a straightjacket of love. I love when you relax into me, sink into me, melt into me, die into me.
I love the way you look when we go out. I already think you’re beautiful in your hoodie and yoga pants, so when you go full out with your hair, dress, and makeup it’s almost a little overwhelming how stunning you are.
I love when you play as big as you possibly can. I’m not afraid of your success. I want you to tap into your full potential. I’m proud to be by your side.
I love so many things about you. Your softness, your gaze, your touch, your scent.
You’re my rejuvenation and inspiration station.
And so I’m thankful for everything that you do.
But what you really need to know is…
I love your ugly.
I love it when you stop pretending that you have everything under control and show me that you’re human.
I love it when you call me out on my shit.
I love it when you breakdown.
I love it when you cry in my arms.
I love it when you let pleasure take over your body in the bedroom and you let yourself go a little crazy. Maybe even a little “slutty.” Even though I don’t believe in that word.
I love your dark side. In fact, it turns me on a little.
I love experiencing the full spectrum of your emotional capability.
I love it when you share the pieces of yourself that you thought were too ugly to be loved.
I’ll love those pieces of you. I’ll fuck those pieces of you. I’ll reflect back nothing but love to those pieces of you that you hate the most until you realize that they are lovable, just like you.
Give me your worst. I can handle it.
Or I’ll try my best as I grow together with you.
It’s a balance though.
I won’t accept repeated abuse. I’m not your punching bag.
And I don’t want you to process every single emotion with me. I’m not your therapist. I’m your partner.
Just like everything in life, it’s an art. It’s a dance.
But in general, I want you to know that whatever you throw at me, I’ll lean into it and love you through it. I know you’re holding back and I want you to know that I can take it.
I’ll love you at your ugliest, because I know that once I do that, you’ll show me the beauty that you’ve been waiting your entire life to share with someone trustworthy enough.
Even when it makes me uncomfortable as hell.
And I know that once I learn how to do that, the entire world of women will open up for me.
And the world will be a more beautiful place. My world at least.