I want to be the one you choose at 2am when all you can hear is my laughter.
I want to be the one you choose even when you can’t stand me.
I want to be the one you choose to stay with even when I give you every reason to leave.
I want to be the one you choose even though there are a million prettier, smarter, funnier, better than me girls out there.
I’ve never been the girl who is picked first. I have always been the best friend, the back up plan, option B, C, D & E but now, now I just want to be the girl you fall for. I’ve been told I am just simply not the girl that boys want to date. I am too loud and vibrant. I second guess myself. I will second guess you. I overthink. I am too carefree and it is seen as careless. I don’t always say what’s on my mind because someone once told me that my mind doesn’t matter; that my thoughts and ideas will make those around me unhappy. I am too passionate about my writing; my dreams; my goals and ambitions. I am a sea of colors who refuse to be painted on one single canvas, I want my colors to fill museums and broken hearts. My colors can brighten your broken heart if you’ll let it. That’s all I want; to brighten up your world as much as you’ll let me.
I have never been the girl who is wanted first and I have never usually cared about it. But you, you make me care. You make me want to be better than I already am. You make me want to learn how to be vulnerable with my feelings for the first time in my life. Instead of holding you at arms distance, your arms are the only arms I want to be held by. When I catch you looking at me, your eyes are the only eyes I want to read me like you do. Your lips are the only lips I want to kiss, forever ingrained to my memory.
I want to be the one you choose. I want to be your game changer. I want to be the one you chose despite the doubts and odds. I want to be the one you pick every day, no matter how stressed we are or how hard our lives become. I want to be it for you, if only you’ll let me. So pick me. Choose me. I have already chosen you.