"I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I'm with you."
~Roy Croft
I can sum up what I think about you in one word: idiot.
In more ways than one, too. Not only are your grades barely at a passing level, but you still insist that our lives in the Mafia are all just a game.
I still don't know for sure why I fell in love with you. It's certainly not because of your intellect.
But for some unfathomable reason, I can let my guard down around you. I can let my façade slip and expose the inner me, just a little. The child who lost his mother at a young age, who loves the piano, and is fascinated by science.
For some strange, obscure reason, I can cry in front of you.
And rather than laugh at me or call me weak, you pull me into your arms and kiss my cheeks, stopping the tears before they can hit my jaw.
So yeah, it's difficult to love an idiot like you.
But I love the person I am around you.
The real me.
And I love that you love me past my façade.
A drabble I wrote while I was bored in my Stress Assessment class.
