I crave the side of you that you don’t show to anyone else yet you only crave the side of me I've shown to everyone else. I mean, isn't love

I crave the side of you that you don’t show to anyone else yet you only crave the side of me I've shown to everyone else. I mean, isn't love seeing the flaws hidden inside? Love isn't blind, it notices but doesn't mind. Or maybe because I was just fooled by the idea that you love me when the lonesome reality is, you really don't. You didn't and you won't. It would be an enough reason to spill some water on these ignited second thoughts.