foreword / epilogue?

my love, if you are going to fall in love with me, it is 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 (at times). 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 (when the hormones come attacking). sometimes im horrible at keeping in touch with people; i would forget to call, to text. i change my mind way too much, i cant settle. you fall in love with my troubled past, and my hopes and dreams, and how im a hopeless romantic at heart. if you fall in love with me, you fall in love with my self-love-hate and all my imperfections and my perception that nobody could ever understand me as a person.

but, you are also falling in love with the way my eyes will smile when im with you, the way i will text you in random just telling you i hope you had a great day. 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 will be that you are falling in love with me, despite my thinking that it is impossible.

...and we are in love from the beginning. thank god.