Love me.

(I did not write this- but found it- and had to share it, because I can relate to it so much and could not agree more with its contents.)

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I love you.
Don’t ask me why—or how—because I don’t understand.
Being human, I’ve always preferred a certain type in looks and personality.
Some I’d feel quite comfortable with, and others I would avoid.
You are all so very different.
And I don’t even know your personality types.
Yet there is this love. Please believe me.
It’s Something within me so strong that it causes me to reach out and touch you and say, "I love you."

Please love me.

Not because of my looks or personality, because I know you must have your preferences, too.
And I may not meet your qualifications.
Don't expect great things of me—I’m prone to stumble and even fall.
And please don’t expect me to perform perfectly. I would disappoint you.
If your love for me depends on my performance, I’m afraid you won’t love me for very long.
All I ask is that you accept me as I accept you.
I won’t ask you, "How could you really love me?"
Don’t ask me, "How could you love so many and know so little about them?"
I’ll just believe that there is this same Something within you that causes
you to reach out to me
and say,

"My Dear Brother/Sister. I love you, too."