If you were to study me for a long time, then you would notice how I have to blink every time I pass a road sign in the car, or that I always have to place my cup on the table multiple times to get it just right. You might even realize that the plug earrings are fake. Maybe you would notice what types of people I avoid when walking through the food store. You might see the calluses on my fingertips from obsessively playing guitar, almost worshipping the musical strings. You also might catch which song I am humming under my breath, most likely a Nirvana or Pink Floyd song.
If I were to talk to you, then you would notice how I pronounce some words, and I would avoid looking you in the eyes. My voice would be high and girly if I was nervous, but sometimes it would be not as high-pitched. I would move my fingers as if I was playing guitar or piano, and you might notice the awkward pain that appears on my face every time I have to say a sentence longer than a few words.
If you were to know me, really know me, then you would see a gender-confused teenager that is secretly sad, but is trying her/his best. You would know that I don't feel smart or motivated, but that I'm trying my best to become the best I can be. You would know when I was sad, or when I was ecstatic. You would relish the times where I was somewhere in-between.
If you were to love me, then I hope you would know that, no matter what I would sometimes say, I love you back.