Dear Beautiful

Because Loving You Changed Everything

Dear Beautiful,

There are moments I catch myself staring at you, not just because you’re radiant, but because you feel like the calm I never knew I needed.
Being with you reminds me that some things don’t need to be chased. They just arrive. Whole. Ready. Beautiful.

I used to believe that growth came from struggle alone. That I had to be at war with myself to evolve.
But you showed me a softer kind of discipline.
A love that doesn’t demand perfection, only presence.
You love me in a way that makes me want to rise, not for validation, but because being with you makes me remember who I am when I’m at my best.

You’re amazing, truly.
Not in the exaggerated sense, but in the quiet, undeniable way you show up.
Consistently. Intentionally. Wholeheartedly.
You listen with your eyes. You laugh like it matters. You care without keeping score.

And when I falter, you never reach for the mask.
You reach for me.

You are a cinema. I could watch you forever.
It feels less like a metaphor and more like a prayer.
Because watching you be you is its own kind of art.
And somehow, you’ve turned my life into a better film. One with more color, more patience, more love.

You inspire me, not by telling me to do more, but by being the kind of person I want to meet in myself.
You don’t complete me. You remind me I was already whole.
But you make the journey sweeter.

Thank you for being my favorite chapter,
and for writing this with me, one day at a time.

Love always,
Apollo