It's not like I wasn't aware of it before. I tell him that all the time. To which he usually responds with "you really need your eyes checked" or something to that effect.
But he was just standing there, weight on one leg, hoody sleeves pushed up above his elbows, hands in his pockets, glasses, hard hat, all dusty, 3 days worth of stubble. And he looked gorgeous.
And it made me so proud and happy that I get to call him mine. And it also made me so sad, because he tends to have such a low opinion of himself.
Any time I compliment him on his appearance he puts himself down.
Even tho I have my bad and down on myself days, they're usually pretty balanced with days where I look at myself in the mirror and go 'hot damn, I am lookin' good'
I don't think Devin has those kinds of days often enough. He's so hard on himself. He takes too much on and then beats himself up because he isn't 'strong enough' to handle it all.
I wish I could help him understand how I see him.
He does so many silly little things, an every one of them makes my heart make a little squeaking noise. And even though I didn't think I could love him more, I do with every silly little facial expression.
It's going to be one year for us next Sunday, which may have a little to do with why I'm feeling so mushy.
It's funny how it seems like its been forever and at the same time like its been no time at all.
I can't remember what it was like before I was with him, because it seems so right that if I've had a bad day I just need to hug him to feel better. And at the same time, I can still be stunned by how gorgeous I think he is, just like when we were first dating.
I apologize for the poor photo quality, I snapped it while driving then had to crop it.
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