Maybe

I also want to trust that there is someone who will accept all parts of me. Even the worst, most unlikable parts. Isn't that what caring for someone is all about? For the people I've come to care alot for, I accept their addictions, mental problems, annoyances, sadness and anger. It's just a part of them, and I love it. I love them. I love you. That's what it is. That's "I love you". Being okay with all of it...even somewhat loving the bad things.

I look at you and I think of your smile and your laugh. I think of your jokes and the way your eyes scan a room and find mine. I think of your hug and your art. I see your paranoia, distance, anxiety, insecurity and I think of how it completes you. It's just a part of you. And when I say "I love you" i'm saying "you", not sitting and choosing the few things I love about you. Not "Oh, I love your hair, your laugh, your jokes, your walk, your clothes, your hands, the shape of your ears, the 6 different smiles you have, the pace of your breath, the way words sound when you say them, the spring in your step, how your voice changes when you tell me something special." No, if I love you, I love it all.

Is there anyone that thinks that way of me? Like, are there other people who can say those things about me? Would they ever think of it? Cuse I can say those things about a few of people.

Have I moved anyone? Cuse...personally I feel like people move me so much. When I'm around someone I care about, well, almost anything they do moves me. I'm awoken and inspired.

Have I ever changed something in someone? I feel like I always get the short end of the stick.