when i love, i love hard. for me, it's not about looks, how many cars you drive, what brands you wear, or how much money you have. it's about you always being there for me, listening to my endless yaps, making me laugh whenever i'm sad, and making me feel appreciated. you don't need to impress me with expensive gifts because i'm not the materialistic kind of person. just be genuine, and that's how you* make me fall in love. because at the end of the day, what matters most to me isn't what you own; but how you treat me, and how you continue to choose me, even when i'm hard to love.