IN DEFENCE OF WHY YOU WILL FOREVER BE MY BIGGEST CRUSH.

I confess, I’ve always been a sucker for beauty. The kind that stops you in your tracks, steals your breath, and leaves you momentarily speechless. I like tall, slim, face like chiseled perfection, captivating gait, with a physique that exudes confidence and grace– that was my definition of how my dream girl should look. I cruised through life accumulating crushes, each one with a different iteration of this standard. For the longest time, I prided myself on having this high taste for beauty. I know it is vain, but it is one act of vanity I unapologetically will never repent from.

Then I met you, and you shattered my carefully constructed ideal of “beauty” and replaced it with something far more magnificent. You represent everything I want in my woman but never knew existed. My mind couldn’t possibly have pictured any creature to be as stunning. To me, you are a living testament to the fact that fairytales can be true, a perfect work of art that seemed impossible to exist outside of an artistic genius’ wildest dream.

I have never met anyone with a more captivating flair, and what is bizarre is that for you, it is so effortless. You lack the slightest awareness about the fire in your eyes, or how your eyes crinkle at the corners when you smile. You are not even aware of the fact that your eyes hold attention completely, conveying a myriad of emotions without a single word spoken. They have the power to make one feel understood, cherished, or simply captivated by your presence. I can’t even tell whether your smiles are genuine or not, I just know that they are always pretty, and they lighten up your face in a way that makes the world around you seem brighter.

I am not sure that you are aware of how enticing your soft, smooth rose petaled lips are when you wear those glossy lip gloss. The mirror doesn’t explain the beautiful contrast it creates against the smooth canvas of her skin, or how it amplifies your smile, making it even more radiant and captivating. You are not aware that you remind people that Allah is the most powerful and the most excellent creator and no creator is comparable in magnificence. Every detail, from the curve of your jawline to the colour of your eyes, is a masterpiece in itself. But it’s more than the sum of its parts. There’s an aura about you, an undeniable magnetism that draws every eye in the room. You could walk into a crowd of supermodels and still steal the show. You’re not just beautiful, you’re a force of nature, a rare and exquisite specimen that makes every other woman seem ordinary in comparison. You’re my biggest crush, and honestly, there’s no competition.

You have no idea how majestically you carry your beauty. How you exude feline confidence in your every step, a regal grace that makes you stand out even in an assembly of beauty pageants. You possess a quiet strength, a confidence that isn’t about looks but about who you are at your core. Maybe I did have high standards before you. Maybe I thought I knew what I wanted in a woman. But you, you came in and showed me a whole new universe of beauty. You redefined what “beautiful” meant to me. It wasn’t just about flawless features anymore. It was about the way you carried yourself, the way your mind worked, the way your laughter filled a room. You were, and are, the most captivating person I’ve ever met.

Just the thought that you could be my woman surges my motivation like a tidal wave. Girl, I think of myself as your man and I’m so motivated to take my hustle game to a legendary level. Like, eight-kids-to-feed legendary!

When it comes to putting a smile on your face, there are no limits to how far I’d go. I’d traverse oceans, climb mountains, and brave the depths of the unknown just to see the corners of your lips turn up in happiness. I want you to bask in the glow of my princess treatment like ants wandering around the sugary paradise of Dangote’s factory.

Some might scoff and call it “simping,” but I’m completely unabashed. Their jaded hearts haven’t witnessed the transformative power of your smile. If it takes me paying thousands of dollars to get a Ph.D. in Simping from Harvard just to master the art of making you smile, I will do it. I’d write you poetry, paint you sunsets, and serenade you under the moonlight if it meant seeing that radiant smile grace your lips. I could write a whole library about your beauty and how much I am in love with you, and each page will be a fresh masterpiece, no recycled compliments, just an endless stream of awe-inspiring descriptions. You’d be the muse that keeps the words flowing forever. Your happiness is my greatest treasure, and I’d move heaven and earth to ensure it shines brightly for eternity.

My adorable crush, my feelings for you transcends the boundaries of rationality, defying all sensible objections and societal expectations. I have struggled in vain to quell this ardour, but it persists unabated. Every rational argument, every prudent consideration, pales in comparison to the overwhelming force of my love for you. I cannot deny the truth of my emotions. So, with all the fervour of my soul, I lay my heart bare to you to accept the love that I offer and consent to be mine.