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If you’re going to fall in love with me, It’s only fair to know what you’re really going to fall in love with, Because you’re going to fall in love with my insecurities, My anxiety about trying to figure out what people think of me, You’re going to fall in love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, You’re going to fall in love with my overactive tear ducts, my internet addiction, My tendency to jump to conclusions, my emotional history, my dreams that seem illogical or unrealistic to you and my belief in achieving them despite that, You’re going to fall in love with the barbarity of my emotions, my moodiness, my extreme nervousness, and how I’m an emotional hopeless case… despite my enthusiasm for feminist opinions and writing! If you’re going to fall in love with me, you’re going to fall in love with how I sometimes hate myself, and how I know no one can love me, and the history that made me believe that.. But, you’re also going to fall in love with the way my eyes smile when we’re together, and how I make sure to send you a good morning message to wish you a beautiful day, and sweet dreams at night, you’re going to fall in love with the provocations of my words and actions, and the silliness and stupidity I do to make you laugh, and the way my face flushes when people ask me about you, and how I make sure to hold your hand even when we’re fighting, But for me, the most important thing is that you fall in love with me. If you’re going to fall in love with me, don’t fall in love with the way I look after hours of makeup, don’t fall in love with the fake smile I wear, or my elaborate hairstyle, love my body, the way it becomes exaggeratedly wide and rounded at my waist and the fact that I know I’ll never enjoy  With a perfect body.. and my indifference! Love my impatience, my fierce jealousy attacks, and the times when I become emotionless.. Love how I sometimes act like a child, while other times I am the most serious person you will ever deal with! Love my scars, my marks, and all the things that make me less than complete, Love all my details and parts, the good and the bad, and especially, Love what could be considered flaws.. Love me completely.. or don't love me at all.

And I hoped for so long that one single song could set me free

منذُ أن ولدت وانت تقاتل الحياة لتصل الى موتك سالماً ..

Когда мы встретимся Я буду стоять в изумлении перед тобой Я нежно прикоснусь к твоему телу Когда осенние листья касаются земли Когда мы встретимся Я поспешу к тебе Как внук, ныряющий в плащ деда. Я не буду скрывать от тебя, как сильно я тебя люблю И как все любит тебя со мной