Someday someone will love me. He will love everything about me. He will sneak glances at me when I’m reading, and smile at how, in that moment, I am oblivious to the world. He will love the way I push up my glasses. He will love the way I brush my hair out of my eyes. He will love my strange sense of humour. He will fall in love with my laugh every time he hears it, and feel overjoyed that he was the one who made it happen. He will love much more than my appearance, much more than my personality; he will love all of me. Every little thing. All the stolen moments and sneaky glances will remind him why he fell in love with me. And until I meet him, I don’t need to date someone just for the sake of it.
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