Someone’s cup of tea

The first time we met. I told him all my imperfections, about how I have scars and marks on my face; that I have anxiety that keeps taunting me every night. I told him my doubts, hatred, insecurities, and negativity.

“I am not what you think I am,” I uttered. I felt sorry for him. I am not even as attractive in person as I am on my Instagram. I am not good at expressing my feelings unless it’s through texts or chats. I am hard to deal with. I felt like I betrayed and lied to him. I’m someone who’s not worthy of his love.

I was expecting that he’s gonna despise me and walk away, leaving me utterly bereft. Instead, he smiled and stared at me. He was wearing a brown shirt and black jeans. His hair was a bit curly and tousled and he smelled like summer.

He said, “the fact that you are saying these to me makes me even love you more.” His eyes were full of love and he meant it. I’m finally someone’s cup of tea.

That day, I felt accepted, loved, and admired. I’m glad I never change who I am just for the idea of being perfect in order to be loved.