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The thought that he would never want me is becoming unbearable. Please, I want you to want me... This is like from Beauty and the Beast. Like Beast says: Oh, it's no use. She's so beautiful, and I'm... Well, look at me! I know that feel bro. I'm pretty, but all this goddammit fat covers it. And when I'm not thinking about my looks, I start to worry over my personality. Am I too boyish or something. I do know, that in love all that matters not. But I just cannot worry.
I can imagine hordes of young women around him, that's how good looking he is. But I can also, well, sense that he might be nice person to live with. At least I think I'm easy person to get along with. I wouldn't mind his hobbies, music taste or anything. I don't feel any need to change him. I like the way he dresses. He can do whatever he wants if he just likes me.
Geh, I'm so stupid.
I can imagine hordes of young women around him, that's how good looking he is. But I can also, well, sense that he might be nice person to live with. At least I think I'm easy person to get along with. I wouldn't mind his hobbies, music taste or anything. I don't feel any need to change him. I like the way he dresses. He can do whatever he wants if he just likes me.
Geh, I'm so stupid.
