Stop smiling when you notice me behind the counter with a frown on my face. it makes me think that you can love me even if I'm the epitome of unpleasant company. 

Stop laughing at my sarcastic remark. It makes me think I'm not as horrible that I think I am, as if I'm pleasant to be around.

Stop playing with my hair or squeezing my cheeks. It makes me feel pretty and adorable, I've never felt pretty before.

Stop talking about church or God. It makes me feel worth saving.

Stop asking me what's wrong when I get a tantrum. it makes me feel worth worrying about.

Stop hugging me sticking by me when I yell for you to leave me alone, saying things no one should even think about in their heart. It makes me feel worth fight for.

Am I really that special to you Rami, that you stay by my side until now. 

Even if were only stranger conversing on a daily, you treat me as a lover.

And that makes me feel worthy.

Stop. it's confusing me.