I may not be your best option, for sure.

I'm sorry not sorry, I can't change my past... less yours.

I can give you my best and maybe is not enough for you...

I can say 1000 good things about me but maybe you just need 1 bad thing to think about it...

Sometimes I'll want you to kiss me at the corner no matter the people around... maybe that's gross, but I'll like that spontaneously.

I will be ugly by night, with pjs and no bra, no make up at all, and sleep only with my panties & Ts...

Sometimes I will prefer to hug you instead of the pillow and that's gonna be hot (and not in the sensual way) and you're gonna hate it.

I will tell you to take all our Sunday together, sleeping, eating pizza and watch Netflix... with some chill.

You are going to suffer my fucking insecurity reflected in my jealousy, bad humors, bad decisions with my clothes and outfit, but always wanting to look pretty by your eyes... maybe sometimes I will fail.

You're are going to know me by readings that I wrote, because I often can't find words to tell that shit face to face...

I'm gonna sing a lot of songs out loud while you drive and sometimes it will mean that I can feel you with that song.

I will tell you that I miss you even if you just left home.

I'm sorry for give you completely the power to destroy me...

I may not be your best option, for sure... but if I'm just an option and not an election, you can search anyone else... anywhere else.