And the story goes something like this..

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, and my overactive tear ducts. You are falling in love with my past, 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 flaws and imperfections. But if you fall in love with me, you’ll also love the way my eyes dance when I’m with you and the way my head fits so perfectly into the groove on your shoulder. You’ll fall in love with the occasionally humorous and thought-provoking things that I say, and the way I blush when people ask me about you. You’ll also fall in love with how I give the best of myself to you without any reservations. I hope that’s enough for you, I really do.