I will tell you my insecurities about love and being in love and being loved. Why do I love you? Much less care for you? We are miles and miles apart. On paper, in a book, by all logical circumstances, we would never have met, much less fallen in love. To think that I would fall for a skinny brown nerd living in Florida, of all places.
I fear that I am too big for you. Too heavy. Hair too frizzy. Teeth too yellow. Humor too lame. In a sea of infinitely more gorgeous women than I, you chose me. But why?
I’m resigned to the fact that I love you. I cannot suppress it anymore. I cannot question it. I won’t deny it. I can’t hide it.
So please, please. When I ask for more time, will you give it? Will you allow me to enjoy your company for a little bit longer? Let us sing lame songs together and laugh at the same lame jokes together. Let me hear that smile in your voice. Why, you ask? Simple. Because I love you…