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’re 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, and my internet obsession.

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 no one could ever love me.

But, you are also falling in love with the way my eyes smile when I’m with you, the way I’ll text you in the mornings just to say I love you. You are 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 is that you are falling in love with me, despite me thinking it’s impossible.

hee hee hee

who says women are difficult species

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