What can I do when I’m already convinced you can’t like me?
I see all the things that make me ugly and unattractive. Approaching you isn’t something I think I can do because how could you not reject me? I cannot see any beauty on the surface. Only the beauty that is within. The beauty that is hidden behind awkward silences and stammering words. The witty comments I long to make are trapped inside a brain that doesn’t stop working. I know that you can’t see me, because I am hiding.
If I could show you the truth, you would see this playful soul. The one that touches freely, who smiles lots, shares her joys, and is confident in her tears.
Maybe someday she and I will share the same space. If that time comes, will it be too late for you and I?