Now, bear with me here, I can be difficult at times. When I was growing up, and I'm sure other girls can agree with me, I thought heartbreak didn't exist and you just met the boy of your dreams in a random place, and everyone lived happily ever after. As everyone knows, that's not exactly the case. Heartbreak does in fact exist, and it sucks. Simple as that.
To the boy who loves me next, I hope you love all my insecurities as well. Every girl comes with them, you just got to be willing to accept that. I hope you love that I laugh at almost anything and everything. I hope you love that I get random moments where I want to go workout and be healthy, and others where I want to sit at home and be lazy and order pizza. I hope you love my messy hair in the morning, and watching me take the time to perfect myself with makeup, even if you tell me that I don't need it to look beautiful. I hope you love the fact that I can find weird YouTube videos, and die laughing at them, even if they really aren't that funny. I hope you love when I walk around in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and that you'll dress lazy with me too.
To the boy who loves me next, I hope you love my difficultness. I hope you hug me so tight when we argue, that it makes me question why we argued in the first place. I hope you make funny faces at me, and try to crack me when I give you the silent treatment. I hope that I can give you that one smile, and you think to yourself, "Man, I got lucky."
To the boy who loves me next, I am sorry for building my walls up so high. For being so young, I feel like I've dealt with a good amount of heartbreak, even though my mom always tells me it's just the beginning, and I have plenty of time to explore my options. Even if you were let down once by a boyfriend or girlfriend, it makes you question your future significant other. I am sorry for having trust issues, because it really sucks. There are many issues in relationships and dating now-a-days, and it stinks that something like social media can easily ruin a relationship.
To the boy who loves me next, I hope you really truly love me. There are many occasions (for not just me, but other females as well), that girls have been lied to. It sucks being led on for a long period of time, and feeling like, in the end, you were just emotionally screwed over. I hope you fall in love with me, and all my flaws. I hope you fall in love with the fact that I may sometimes drive you crazy, but you secretly love it.
I see a mess in the mirror, but I hope you see the girl of your dreams.
