Make me love the person you love

Vanity, shmanity. She looks in the mirror and loves everything she sees exactly as it is, regardless of what society tells her is acceptable. Her thighs touch, she has acne scars, her eyebrows are bushy, and her boobs are small. None of this matters to her because nothing is wrong with your appearance, as she always tells me when I tell her that I feel too chubby, too hairy, or too red. 
 
 She does n't require outside attention, yet her personality naturally attracts it. Her listening ear, her caring heart, and her funny jokes are like a flame for insects of all types. I am a persistent moth, always drawn back by her loving, pleasant demeanor and her proud expression when I tell her I am training for a 10K. 
 
 Whenever I fight with my mom, she listens. More-so, she understands. Her father cheated on her mother and she fought with him for a long time before forgiving him. I hold her in my arms when she is upset about her living situation and promise her that the moment I am able to, I'll share an apartment with her. I'd do anything for her.
