Reality vs expectations

It's a different kind of love maybe,
not like in books
and motion pictures: processed and pretty.

Maybe reality is tough;
maybe our love
is part attachment,
part exasperation,
the occasional over-familiarity
even part semi-indifference
but all care.

And if there's this one
fella right here
willing to tell me
all the things about me
that scares him
that can hurt me,
that honesty, god,
will keep me with him.

It is love enough
for me.