I'm a little nervous to show you the song I'd been working on, but I know you need to hear it.

I love you, and seeing you take the comments to heart is one of the hardest things. To come home to see you crying because of comments, or not acting like yourself when we go out because of the videos and pictures that would be posted online, changing your outfit a million times because you say you don't feel pretty. It's heartbreaking. I want to protect you from everything the haters say, but I know I can't. I can only reassure you, love you, and tell you how perfect you are.

Which is why I wrote this song. Perfect Now. I want you to see yourself from my point of view. I wish you could see how utterly beautiful, sweet, and kind you are.

I open the file on my laptop, setting it down on the counter top as you finish loading the dishwasher.

"C'mere a second, love," I say softly, holidng my hand out for you.

The second you take it, I pull you into my arms. I tuck your hair behind your ear and take a breath.

"I want to show you something I've been working on. A song. For you."

I see the look in your eyes, a little disbelief, a lot of love.

"I just want you to listen, okay?"

I press play on the file, keeping my arms around you as I let you take in the lyrics. I can see the emotion playing out on your face as I sway us gently, slow dancing in the kitchen with my forehead resting against yours.

"You're perfect now," I whisper as the song comes to an end.