Do you want to know my favorite thing about you?
You’re like a story that never ends.
There’s nothing about you that’s not interesting.
So when I ask you what you like about yourself, don’t tell me “nothing.”
Don’t lie to my face and act like there’s nothing about you that I wouldn’t want to know.
I can only think of one thing about you that wouldn’t be interesting;
the fact that you think you’re not.
You’ve climbed mountains and you only call them hills.
I can’t tell you about yourself. That’s on you.
If you can’t give me an answer, though,
then you just can’t understand you.
And that simply means you just can’t understand me.