I’m not perfect,
I have unruly hair and my dresses don’t always fit.
I contradict myself because I feel insecure of my choices sometimes.
I can’t give you everything you want.
I’m average and normal and as complicated as the next person.
I’m not as brave as I sound, and sometimes I feel like I’m a phony.
I’ve seen lots of things and nothing at all.
I’m not beautiful, nor confident, nor very very smart.
But I love you in the way that I know.
I love you and while it might not show, I do.
I love you in ways that might be different from how you love.
I love you, insecure and imperfect that I am.
I do. I love you.