I wish you could see yourself the way I see you
I’m starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. Being okay with ripping yourself to shreds, so the other person can stay whole.
You can fall in love: someone will catch you.
And then I’ll come find you, and I’ll take care of you.
But a good kiss will do that: make a girl forget herself for a while.
I like no one, absolutely no one, but I liked you from the start.
It’s never too late to tell the truth.