You keep looking over here, and I wonder: What do you want me to say?
Do you want proof that I love you? I will say it plainly: I love you.
Yes, I love you, even when I am able to pick apart your flaws. I see you clearly and love you still. Does that worry you? Frighten you?
You believe others only see what they want to see, what you want them to see . . . And so when I see through you like so much glass, you naturally shrink away. Even you don't want to look in the mirror that is my eyes.
And yet you keep looking over here anyway.
Because true love can only come from one who sees through to your heart and accepts you as you are.