A/N: This was written in a hotel in Singapore. I was bored, and this idea has been sitting in my head for days, so I figured why not? It wasn't like I had much to do anyway..
With regard to the title... Figure it out yourself. XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, and subsequently, I do not own its characters either. Woe is me.
I'm not perfect. I have a multitude of freckles on my nose. My face is scarred, and in a way that just isn't normal. I'm short for a guy, and my stature seems to border between masculine and feminine. My temper is explosive. My sense of humor? I have one, but it's not the kind that is generally appreciated. I have horrible grades. I'm a social person, but the people I meet all seem to think I'm obnoxious. My laugh grates on people's ears. My friends love me, for sure, but sometimes you just have to wonder how people seem to find out about all my secrets. My hair is too wild, sticking out in every angle possible. My eyes are covered by thick-rimmed glasses. My financial status isn't very stable; hence I couldn't buy myself a new pair. My clothes are too baggy, my shoes two sizes too big.
I'm not perfect. But he... he thinks differently.
He says my freckles are charming. My scars make me look feral- and in a good way. My height compliments his, and my stature ensures that he can hold me comfortably and vice versa. My temper, apparently, was endearing. My sense of humor cracks him up. My grades have hope, seeing as I'm a fast learner when things are broken down into simpler ideas. I'm a social person, and he likes that fact about me. If I weren't, we wouldn't have been able to meet. My laugh was magical. I have friends who love me, and I have close friends who think the world of me. My hair makes me look sexy. My eyes were lovely, if only they weren't hidden behind such hideous glasses. My financial status did not matter. My clothes fit my style, and my shoes are a fashion statement.
He would never want to change me, he says, no matter how much of a dobe I was (whatever the hell that meant). I'm perfect the way I am. I cried, of course. I may be a man, but even men can have their emotional moments. Especially since I had been looking for such total acceptance my whole life.
Since then, I have become much happier. I am comfortable with my person, and I have someone who loves me for all that I am. I may not be perfect. But in his eyes, I am. And that's enough for me.