Not Perfect Enough

So, I’m gonna make this ultra-simple,
the most primitive form of telling how I feel: “I love you”.
And I love being with you! I love your giggle, your silly grin, your energetic story-telling (with your hands waving aroud), your sharp bitchiness. I love our awkwardness when our hands meet, and the fact we act it cool.Oh and I love the way you walk, the way you dance, the way you sing (god, the way you sing make angels sound like Doraemon!). The ambitions that I share. The way of thinking that I understand. The unconventional person, you are. You are the odd-shaped jigsaw puzzle that I’m looking to fit. And you completed me.
Thus, when they ask me: why do you love him?
I can safely say: what is not to love?

But, when you say, “Forget me”

yes, I should forget you. Do you think I could?
I can not. I could not.

I just hate feeling like this. I hate moments like this. times when I must choose to stop loving you. And I hate being with you! I hate your giggle, I hate your silly grin, I hate your energetic story-telling (with your hands waving aroud),  I hate your sharp bitchiness. I hate our awkwardness when our hands meet. Oh and I hate the way you walk, the way you dance, the way you sing. I hate falling in love with you. I have said from the beginning, I really hate to know that you are too perfect and I'm not perfect enough for you.

I'm afraid to know that I've fallen in love with you. but I can not like this. I keep remember you, I even keep to hope that you are always by my side. I was afraid to accept the fact that I was not can be hold your hand and afraid to hold you. I was very scared. I was afraid of being alone.