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i know i'm not gorgeous like he is. my eyes are brown, sometimes hazelish, but rarely. not beautiful and blue like his. my smile looks awkward and that's why i always try to hide it; his is like a flash of white, contagious, really. my hair is boring compared to his. he's polished, well-groomed. smaller than i am, and neater. more comfortable with himself. maybe better in bed because he's less inhibited. tan, exotic looking, rather than pale and foreign looking. very attractive to 10 out of 10 people you'd ask. i'd get 6 out of 10 maybe. cute, adorable, sexy... you could describe him that way. not like me. i'm darker, brooding, more reserved. i know i can't compete. my good qualities are only valuable to a minority of the world's population. i'm not asking you to to marry me, i know your interests are elsewhere. but i am a person. and i am just as vulnerable, needy, emotional and sensitive as the next one. i hide it well, perhaps too well. but take my word for it: i bleed. in fact, some might say i'm an expert. i could make you happy, love you the way you'd want, i could be all the things he is and more, because i'd be doing them for you. i know when to fool around and when to make love. all i'm asking for is a chance, a risk, a gamble. i swear to you i'd be worth it.