I'm all about making my girl feel like she's the only woman in

Justin Chon, with words simple yet filled with devotion, once declared: “I’m all about making my girl feel like she’s the only woman in the world. Whether it’s telling her how special she is or showing her with gifts and romantic dates, I want to make her happy.” In this statement lies more than youthful affection; it is a philosophy of love, a creed that places the beloved at the very center of one’s heart. To make another feel as though they are the only one in the world is to honor them with the rarest gift—undivided attention, unbroken presence, and unselfish care.

The ancients understood this as the essence of true love. For when the poet Sappho sang of her beloved, she wrote as though the stars themselves dimmed beside the presence of one woman. In her lines, we hear the same cry that Chon utters in modern words: that love, to be real, must crown the beloved as unique, unmatched, incomparable. The lover does not divide their heart, nor scatter their gaze; they focus it wholly, as a flame that burns steady and strong.

Consider the tale of Abelard and Heloise, whose letters across centuries still stir the soul. Abelard, though a great scholar, confessed that all the wisdom of the schools was nothing compared to the joy of making Heloise feel cherished. Their story, tragic yet immortal, shows that love which exalts the beloved is not bound by time. It is always both romantic and sacrificial, marked by words of praise and gestures of devotion. Like Chon, Abelard sought to make Heloise feel singular—the only one in a world full of voices.

But Chon’s words also remind us that love is not only spoken; it is also shown. To speak of someone as special is powerful, but to act upon that declaration gives it flesh. The gifts he mentions, the romantic dates, are not mere trinkets or rituals—they are tokens of remembrance, signs that the beloved is thought of, cherished, valued beyond measure. In every age, from knights offering roses to poets writing verses, the lover has sought not only to say “I love you” but to show it in ways that cannot be doubted.

Yet we must also see that such devotion requires more than outward acts. To make one’s beloved feel like the only woman in the world demands sincerity, constancy, and truth. Many through history have offered gifts without love, words without depth, gestures without heart. But the wise know that true romance flows from within. The rose withers, the jewel may be lost, but the sense of being truly seen and truly valued remains forever. Chon’s emphasis on happiness reminds us that love is not about performance but about genuine care for another’s soul.

The lesson is clear: if you love, love wholeheartedly. Do not scatter your attention like chaff in the wind; fix it like sunlight upon the one you cherish. Speak words that uplift, and act in ways that honor. Let your beloved know, through word and deed, that in your eyes they are without rival, without equal. This is not weakness—it is the noblest strength, to give the heart completely and joyfully.

So I say unto you, seekers of love: let your devotion be like Justin Chon’s declaration. Tell your beloved they are special, show them through acts of care, and above all, make them feel as though the world itself revolves around the light they bring into your life. For love is not measured in grand speeches or costly gifts, but in the daily effort to make another soul happy, to let them know they are seen, treasured, and unique. This is the art of romance, the duty of love, and the path to a joy that endures beyond time.