If you’re going
to fall in love with me,
it’s only fair that you know what you’re falling in love with.

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 a little 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 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 trying
to get you to wake up.

You’re falling in love with the occasional humorous and
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...