for you

her flaws

You don't know her the way I do. She's perfect in my eyes, but in hers, she sees chaos. You won't know how to love her completely. You won't know how to handle her, the her beyond the superficial. The one behind the laughs and smiles, the one behind the happiness and love. You'll run away as soon as you see the one behind her wall. You won't know how to love her flaws and weaknesses. You won't love the way she gets mad because sometimes she's not able to speak correctly. You won't love the her that hides in a corner of a room sobbing silently trying to calm herself down. You won't love the way she stutters when she's been talking for long or when she gets nervous. You won't love the way she plays with her fingers because she's having an anxiety attack. You won't know how to love that side of her that hardly no one ever sees. You won't love the way she sometimes talks to herself. You won't think it's cute the way she constantly contradicts herself. You'll probably think that she's crazy and needs help, but believe me she's not. You'll run away just before you're about to see how strong she really is. That's where you and I are different. I love seeing all the quirks that make her up. Discovering a new side of her every moment we're together. The way she frowns with her eyebrows after she stutters for too long. I love the way she gets mad because she can't seem to put her words together perfectly. The way she taps her fingers against any surface and how she bites her lip when she gets nervous. I love the way she gets up right after one of her anxiety attacks, as if showing the world that nothing is wrong with her. The way she wrinkles her nose when she doesn't like the taste or sound of some thing. You won't know how to love her completely and unconditionally, not the way I love her.