I love you, I really do. You're a great person, and you are very attractive. I think I'd rather die than lose you. You're all I have in this pretty miserable existence.
I really could go without you calling ugly girls pretty, while making me feel like I'm some hideous monster from the 7th layer of h***.
But strangers make me feel better about myself than you do.
And strangers call me ugly.
Your loving girlfriend, B.