I’m the girl you would barely look at on the street. The one whose eyes are always fixated on the book that she always carry inside her bag. The girl whose face is too common. The girl who prefers to have a pot of flowers instead of a dozen wrapped in fancy paper. The girl who would rather spend Friday nights curled up in your arms watching movies and eating pizza rather than partying with strangers far away from home. I’m that girl who wouldn’t make you wait for three hours on our first date but the girl who would always try her best to meet you halfway. I’m the girl who would share secrets with you under a starry sky or as we take a stroll by the beach. The girl who wouldn’t let you hold things but would hold your hand instead. The girl who would write you poems and letters because she’s too shy to say it out loud. The girl who would sing you songs while running her fingers through your hair until you fall asleep. The girl who will love you the way you deserved to be loved. I’m that girl who doesn’t have anything to brag about, I only have the courage to love every bit of your flaws and weakness, to hold you at your weakest and be with you, until forever itself tires.