If you are going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair you know what you’re falling in love with. You are falling in love with my insecurities, my immaturity, my need to feel loved and appreciated, and my overactive tear ducts. You fall in love with my hopes and my dreams. If you fall in love with me, you are also falling in love with the way my eyes will smile whenever I’m with you, the way I’ll text you in the mornings just to tell you I hope you have a wonderful day. You’re 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.
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