He loves me.. He loves me not... He loves me!

"So curly or straight?"

A tactic I picked up trying to pick you up.

He said “Surprise me”

I tried again, "make up or no make up?"

“Surprise me!”

“Well you have to give me at least a HINT at what you like.. I hate not knowing”

“I like you.  No, I LOVE you.  I don’t care.  Honestly.”

Frustrated.  His words were pleasing, but I still wanted to know.

“But which do you like more?  I mean.  You have to have a preference..”

“I don’t.  I love you.  You’re beautiful to me.  Wear what you want, do your hair and makeup how you want to.”

Finally, I understood.

This stuff doesn’t work on him.

I don’t have to have a special perfume for him,

I don’t have to find out what he likes,

I don’t have to TRY.

Because he likes me.  He doesn’t care what I look like.

He cares how I feel.  Not look.

And I finally began to understand..

Our love is more than I’ve really realized.

I think it’s my turn to grow up a little.

He’s much more mature than me than I thought..

Which leads me back to this..

“I’ve told you time and time again,”

Those things aren’t going to matter if someone loves me.

What WILL matter has no need for questions like that.

I’m going to be a much better girlfriend.

I’m going to be to him what he is to me.

I’m going to love him with the passion that I’ve been shying away for a long time.

“I’m not o-fucking-kay.”