Monolouges

How Do You Love Me?

Her- Can I ask you a question? It's been on my mind for a while and I was sort of hoping you could answer it. Uh, How... *clears throat* How do you love me? I mean, you say it all the time that you do, but I just can't see it...

You love me, but how can anyone love someone with flaws like mine? I over-think everything, I overreact a lot more then I should. I'm not as thin as other people. My eyes aren't bright enough...

I'm sorry that this is probably just annoying you because I'm trying to ask something you think is so simple, but I don't see it! I'm not as fun, not as smart, not as pretty, and I'm sure as hell not perfect like you deserve. I want to look and act like the other girls do so I can make you happier, but I know that they'll still do a better job at it. I'll never be like them, never be like you deserve but you still say you love me? How?

How can you love someone who doesn't make you happy?

Him- How can I love you? It must be shocking, right? I mean, how could anyone love someone with such a quick mind. You're constantly over-thinking things to make them perfect, and reason it all out. You overreact over a lot and make some freaking adorable faces. Who could ever love that? You're not skin and bones, so I can't find you pretty, right? Your eyes are only a perfect sky blue, but I can't find that pretty either, right?

Don't even get me started on how you aren't fun! I mean, you're so un-fun, that you took me to an arcade for our first date. So un-fun, that by the end of the night, we were walking out with our arms full of little trinkets, laughing our butts off because of that story you told about you and your siblings in the same place. I can't love that though, right? And of course, you'll never be perfect. You can't be perfect when the only things you see about yourself are the flaws.

Baby, the only thing I deserve, is for you to kick me to the curb because I can't get you to realize that you are perfect. Maybe not to all of those "other girls", but to me, you are. You make me happy, aside from when you try to point out all these things about yourself. I guess I just feel like a failure to you.

I'm the one with flaws. I can't get you to see how perfect you are. I don't show enough emotion to make you see how much fun I have when I'm with you. I don't look into your eyes enough to make you notice how much I love them. I don't point out all the smart things you say, and I don't tell you I love you enough to make you believe it without question. I have never and will never lie to you.

Don't you dare think I'd start with saying I love you, because you know what?

I do.