Is This Normal Love?

Can you truly call it love when you honestly don’t mind if the one you love doesn’t want to be with you but someone else? Can it honestly be love when all you literally want is for them to be happy, even if it hurts you so much?

He says he loves me, and that the only thing that can separate us is death. I am not convinced. I have no self worth, and so I really don’t see what he sees in me. I am so many imperfections squeezed into one small female body. I know that no one is perfect, but it’s hard for the people who are extremely imperfect—what can I do to be better for him? All I am aiming for is for him to be satisfied with me. I want him to be proud of me. When he says the words “good girl”, I am so happy, so satisfied. I don’t even know why I react this way, but my entire being melts in happiness when I hear those words.