You’re an asshole. You’re rude. You come off as someone who doesn’t care about anyone else but yourself. You’re good looking and you know it. You know that women want you. You know that guys want to be like you. And you have a giant ego.
But if I didn’t love your flaws, how could I love the way you laugh, and the shape your face takes when you do. How would I have ever noticed your strange brain, and all the weird things that go on up there. I would have completely have missed the light behind your eyeballs.
You kiss me, on the rare occasion that I am so lucky, with my face in your hands.
I’m not in love with you. I do fancy you though. And you say things when you’re drunk. I believe both of you. You know, sober you and drunk you. So I wait. I do wait around for you. I’ll never know what to believe until one of you wins.