Dear noname:

What crossed my mind as I read your recent post is this: maybe she is special enough, wonderful enough (although imperfectly) to see through your fears, through your low self esteem, through your depression, through your past- and like what she sees, and then, grows to love what she sees. Not because of how successfully you present yourself to her, but because she can see through you, into the core of you.

I like what I see in the core of you. She may too!

anita