And then you came,saying you love me.

Dear K,
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.You are also falling in love with someone who have someone else in her heart.
But, you are also falling in love with the way my eyes lit up when I talk to 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 smile when people ask me about you.You are also falling in love with someone who says no to every silly things you want to do when all your other friends are so willing to see you do it.But to me,the most important thing will be that you are falling in love with me, despite my thinking that it is impossible.
Labels: if it is meant to be then it will be.