darling i must ask you to be patient,
for i will not always be what you expect of me.
sometimes i'll be a bit insecure and i will begin to doubt myself.
sometimes i'll be self centered and complain about irrelevant things.
sometimes i'll be dejected and i will grieve over every soul that has walked away from me.
sometimes i'll be spiteful and i won't talk to you for days.
but you must bear with me.
because someday all of these flaws will be smoothed out and i will be exactly what you expect me to be.
and maybe the day when my flaws are hardly visible then i will be happy.
(and i'd like for you to be there to see this happen.)