You know what. You really are nothing special. I used to spend so much of my time trying to impress you by finding common interests that we have that we can talk about… I used to get into certain bands just to impress you, just to make you like me even more than you already do… And I let you in. I let you take control of my heart even though I had no idea if I had the same control over you. You sucked me in way too soon, and I hate that. I fell for you so hard, and I don’t think you realize that. I used to think you were so magnificent and that you were absolutely perfect. You were just too good to be true. And now I realize, you’re not so perfect. You’re just a regular guy. You wonder about your exes, you watch too much porn, you constantly crave sex, you look at other girls, you talk about our sex life to your friends… You’re just human.
And so am I.
So I honestly feel relieved that you’re not perfect anymore, because now you are perfect to me… And that’s all that matters.
Why do I care so much when you don’t at all…