Before falling in love with me, you knew about the constant meltdowns, and nights of endless tears. You knew about my damaged heart, and my broken soul. You were aware that I slept too much, and sometimes you had to drag me out of bed to do things. You knew about my need for your love, as well as my distant personality at times, and my constant fear of losing you. And you knew about my terrible fear of heights and spiders, and that I needed your help more than I had liked to admit.
Once you fell in love with that part of me, you fell in love with my tender smile, warm embrace, and my big heart. You fell in love with the way I held your hands in mine and burrowed my face into your chest. You fell in love with the way I take care of you when you’re sick, and how I’d kiss you when you got hurt. You fell in love with the way I laugh, and the soft spoken words of encouragement I gave to you.
You fell in love with me as a whole, and that made me fall in love with you too.