I am smart, maybe smarter that you but definitely too smart for my own good.
I smoke. I was smoking long before we meet each other and I will continue smoking after you have gone, because it is you who will go.
And maybe, just maybe, I will die form a lung cancer or and emphysema and I am ok with that.
I don’t wear tons of makeup. In fact, some days I don’t wear any make up at all. And the days I do wear it I am not doing it for you.
I snore…loudly…and this fact annoys me more that it will ever annoy you.
I sometimes speak a lot and other days I don’t fell like speaking and will answer in short phrases or monosyllables. And it may be related to something you did or it may not have anything to do with you.
I am strong willed.
I sometimes cry, just because I need to.
But what you will come to hate the most about me is the fact that I never be able to love you the same way you love me.