One day, someone will love me, for all the faults you pointed out.
Someone will love me for the calluses on my hands, that show I work nine hours a day, doing what I used to love.
They will love me for the fact I fix cars because it’s easier for me than dealing with people.
They will love me for the shitty tattoo I got when I was too young to be getting tattoos. And they’ll laugh at my stories.
They will love me for my quiet moments, when I’m lost in thought.
They will love when I stare at them to commit every detail of the face I adore to my memory.
They will love my fierceness and my strength. They will love that I love so deeply.
Someone will love that they are my very first thought when I wake up.
And the last before I go to sleep.
They will love all you couldn’t.
And one day I will find them.
But first I’ll have to stop loving you.