Oh darling, of course, you’re not in love with yourself.
You’ve only ever seen yourself in the reflection of a mirror,
The harsh lighting, staring up close.
Looking for the imperfections.
Scrutinising a photo someone has taken while you’re mid-conversation.
You’ve never witnessed your face light up when someone makes you laugh.
You’ve never been able to watch the way your own body moves when you’re dancing with your headphones on, in your underwear.
The way you bite your lip while you’re listening to me talk.
My love, if only you could see what I get to see.