If you are going to fall in
love with me, 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 internet 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. <3