Sometimes I fear that I'm too broken for anyone. Too broken for anyone to love, and that loving me is a sin. Loving me is choosing the unknown path, the Unexplored.

But loving me is easy, I know. I'm supposedly everything a guy looks for.

But beneath that veneer are troubling layers of problems, layers that penetrate too deep and which hurt too badly. 

And I don't know if any guy will eventually be able to see all those layers, and see me through all those layers. 

Loving me is an addiction, like cocaine. It's easy to get hooked, but once you're in it, you realise that its way too harmful for you, but you can't get out of it. 

Loving me is dangerous, is difficult and its a challenge. I'm an abnormal girl, a girl whom you love because you see that treasured possession at the end of the tunnel, and you grope for it, but have no lead, no direction. 

Loving me is a challenge. Normal girls aren't a challenge. But loving me is. And I can't help it, because I don't know myself, either. 

And you took up the challenge. 

Will you fight on?