Rendezvous
09 November 10 : 02.31 PM
the truth is, he loves me for me.
and i’m trying to explain it, trying to explain the difference between what he sees and what the rest of the world sees of me, but i just keep deleting the text because nothing encapsulates it.
he just loves me for me. for all my insecurities, my irrationality, my failure to comprehend, to still think i’m beautiful sans makeup, sallow skin and over-sized tee, to still think i’m the best he’ll ever have in spite of my letdowns and my mistakes.
(so for all the times some boy or some man tells me, you can find someone better, and i couldn’t say anything in rebuttal, i know that i can’t. because there isn’t, and i’m happy.)