I know I am beautiful, but do you?
You say that I am pretty, but do you know that I am beautiful too? Do you notice how my eyes light up when I talk about my favourite things or do you just notice how they look? Do you also adore my face when I am concentrating super hard on something or do you just leave it alone? Do you also savour the dimples when I smile or do you just want to tell me how kissable my lips are?
Have you seen me in other people yet? Have you thought of me when you're looking at the starry, clear sky? Have you ever pictured me when listening to that song I really like? Perhaps not. Yes, you think I am pretty but you don't know that I am beautiful.
You have never really seen me, you have never known me, and as long as you see only my body, you will never understand me. Yes, you appreciate the curve that my body makes, but have you ever seen me in the crescent of the moon yet? To be loved is to be seen, and I have not been seen. Maybe I was too naive to think that you'll go "oh this character is JUST like you!" when I made us watch my favourite movie, maybe I was dumb to think you'll ever truly know me.
It gives me solace to know that only I know myself and I love myself, and that's enough. I don't need you, but it's human to want you. I also know better than to want you now because you won't ever come close to how much I love myself and it's just better this way. You will never know how to love me and I am stupid to have thought that you notice me just the way I notice you. You will never know me, and thus never love me.