It Don't Matta

Jake is incredibly gifted with knowing exactly what to say to make me feel better. And it drives me absolutely crazy. I have this page of notes on my phone where I save all the cute things Jake sends me. I was reading through it today, and found this:

"Don't sell yourself short because you think you didn't do enough to get ready or you think your hair is messy or whatever the case may be. I see you for who you really are and when you say you're ratchet or not beautiful or not cute or ugly or whatever, it makes me wanna rage and burn the town because I already know you're beautiful and when you say you're not you're so wrong." 

See ladies? Now this is the kind of guy you want to hold on to. 

When I went and visited Jake in October, he was going to come pick me up at 8 in the morning so we could drive up the canyon. He showed up at 8 o'clock ready to go, but I had slept right through my alarm. "There's a cute boy here waiting to take you on a date," my grandma said when she woke me up. Of course, I panicked. I jumped out of bed, ran upstairs in all my bed-headed glory, and Jake says to me, "You look beautiful." 

Now I'm not even trying to exaggerate this. I literally walked out with greasy hair, smeared make-up, and I even smelled  lovely because of the lack of a shower. And he tells me I look good? That boy... He sent me that text right after our date that day. I read it every time I'm having a bad hair day, or don't feel like I did enough that morning, and I just makes me realize how much time I spend worrying about how I look. And he makes  me realize that I really don't need to worry so much about it. I love that boy.