She is gorgeous, exuberant, wise, and dynamic. I think She is homely, glib, shallow, and static. She thinks I will love you even if you are right because I am actually those things. Is it wrong of me to love you for fearing that you are what I am, So long as I try to convince you that you are not? So long as I try to convince you that I am? I promise it will only be me that hurts because of it.