You might like me now, but that is going to change as soon as I stop playing the part of cool girl. As soon as you realize that I won’t stand for cheating or lying or drunken nights out with the boys when you promised you’d stay home with me. As soon as you see that I’m looking for something serious and have high expectations for you.
You might like me now, but that is going to change once you get used to me. Once my body is no longer something exciting and is just another thing you’ve seen before. Once the feel of my skin and the press of my lips stops thrilling you. Once you know my curves like the back of your hand.
You might like me now, but that is going to change once I become completely comfortable with you. Once I stop staying on my best behavior and let myself relax. Once I unchain my real self and start telling stupid jokes and making weird comments and overreacting over petty things.
You might like me now, but that is going to change once you see how miserable I can get, how pessimistic my mindset is. Once you hear me complain about every little thing, however meaningless. Once you experience full days where I stay in bed and nights where I cancel plans because I can’t find a good enough reason to live.
You might like me now, but you’re going to change your mind once you get to know me better. Once you see the dark sides of me that I shield from the rest of the world. Once you get wind of my deepest secrets because I feel like I can trust you. Once you realize who I really am isn’t that happy girl that I always pretend to be in public.
You might like me now, but that is going to change once you get a look at the me beneath my makeup. Once you see me in sweatpants and acne cream at midnight. Once you stop over on lazy days when I don’t feel like brushing my hair or changing out of my pajamas.
You might like me now, but that is going to change once you spend enough time around me. Once you’ve heard all of my stories. Once you’ve seen all of my idiosyncrasies. Once you’ve learned all there is to know about me.
You might like me now, but that is going to change once the mystery fades. Once you realize that I am just like any other girl. Once you see that I do pretty much the same thing day after day. Once you get bored of me and my repetitious life.
You might like me now, but that is going to change as soon as you meet someone better. Someone newer. Someone more beautiful, more intelligent, more exciting. Someone who makes your pulse speed and your heart beat hard like I did when we first crossed paths.
You might like me now, but that is going to change as soon as things get serious. Because no one ever stays. No one ever loves me.