They say love is blind. I disagree. Infatuation is blind. Love is all-seeing and accepting. Love is seeing the flaws and blemishes and accepting them. Love is accepting the bad habits and mannerisms, and working around them.
Find someone who traces the lines in your hands just to feel close to you and someone who believes the oceanis trapped in your eyes. Find someone who love the bones in your body and loves the skin you live in. Find someone who will help you love yourself.
"It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones." --Christopher Poindexter my favourite poet
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in the wild suspicion that she wasn't all she should be I love her and that is the beginning of everything.