It’s not measured when you’re in good shape. it’s not when you have your hair done right or your makeup perfectly made. Nor is it measured by how many expensive gifts he has rained over you. It’s when you’re at your worst. When you don’t have it all together. When you’re hair is out of place and you’re wearing his t-shirts and he’s making you soup and rubbing vapor rub all over your chest because you couldn’t stop coughing. It’s when he takes every side of you, including your worst. If he accepts you at your worst, then he definitely deserves you at your best. Measure it all then because love isn’t superficial. It’s more than money and gifts.