God is Gay

Falling in Love

Before you fall in love with me, you have to understand. I come with baggage. A lot. You must know about the meltdowns, the nights of endless tears, the depression. You must know about my damaged heart, my broken soul. Be aware of the nightmares, the fact I sleep with a  teddy bear, and am deathly afraid of the dark. You must know about my insecurities, my constant fear of being left behind, my tendency to talk in my sleep.

But once you fall in love with that part of me, you can fall in love with my smile and my freckles and the way I crinkle my nose when I get excited. You can fall in love with my dimples and my ticklish spots and my willingness to be the big spoon occasionally. I'll kiss you when you're hurting, I'll always listen. I'll be your best friend, you confidant, your support. You can either fall in love with me as a whole, or not love me at all.