If you are going to fall in love with me, that it’s only
fair that you know what you are falling in love with. You are falling in love
with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone
thinks of me. You are falling in love with my immaturity, my constant need to
feel loved and appreciated, my overactive tear ducts, my drawing obsession, my
tendency to be too clingy. You fall in love with my troubled past, and my hopes
and dreams, and how I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. If you fall in love with
me, you fall in love with my self-hate and all my imperfections and my
perception that nobody could ever love me.
But, you are also falling in love with the way my eyes will smile when I’m with
you , the way I’ll text you in the mornings just telling you I
hope you have a great day. You’re falling in love with the occasionally
humorous and/or thought-provoking things
I say, and the way I blush when people ask me about you. But to me, the most
important thing will be that you are falling in love with me, despite my
thinking that it is impossible.
