Who cares about others pretending that they have it perfect?
Who cares about who brag about who has the best?
I got you, and I am so damn proud to call you my boyfriend.
So happy to know that I may kiss your lips when I want.
To get to hold your hand in mine.
To fall asleep next to you, and if not better wake up in your arms ..
We fight sometimes, but nobody is perfect.

I love you