Sometimes, in your weak moments, you have doubts. You worry about your looks (you've never had much confidence in them) and compare your appearance to hers; somehow she always manages to look good on the days she's around you (and him). You've always thought you were a fairly ordinary person: a little weird at times, yes, but still ordinary. You're nowhere near brilliant, like your classmates (including him, and her), and you have no idea what you want out of life. You think there's no way he could be happy with you, or at least, happier than he was with her. Even facebook stalking says that he was more openly affectionate with her--he hasn't written much on your wall at all, or given you gifts, and of course nowadays, facebook means everything.
Just as you're about to despair, you remember: none of that is important. He loves the way you look and feel and dress, sometimes so much that he can't keep his eyes (or hands) off you and you grow embarrassed because of it. He thinks you're an amazing, unique girl: he teases you, just to see the silly faces you make, and he leaves long pauses in conversation, just to hear what you'll say to fill them. He believes in your abilities (just like your mom) and thinks that you are smarter than your college exams show; he pushes you to become a better student and to figure out your interests and desires. He talks over four hours on the phone with you when you're away, holds your hand when you're not, and sends you sweet texts before he goes to sleep either way. He loves you, just as you are, and yet encourages you to become a better person (one he'll love just the same). You measure up in his yes, and that is all that matters.