Expectation:
You'll never understand a word she says. Formulas and theories and ideas you can't even fathom will tumble from her mouth in a spillage of excitement you could never understand over such things. She'll have no dress sense and won't know how to wear makeup and won't know how to kiss. There will be no time to go on dates because she'll be buried under her veritable mountains of books and won't surface until goodness-only-knows-when. Nothing exciting will happen because she's absorbed in study and you couldn't drag her out, no matter how hard you tried.
Reality:
She's just the same as any other girl. She's insecure, and just wants someone to make her feel beautiful. She wants someone to look behind the hours of work she puts into her perfect grades and see a scared, confused, self-conscious girl who wants someone to accept her. She wants to go for walks on the beach, hand in hand, watching the sun sink ever lower towards the horizon. She'll take time out of her constantly hectic schedule just to meet you at the park for a while. She wants someone to meet her at the door with flowers and unexpectedly tell her to put on her prettiest dress, and then take her out to dinner just because. All she wants is for someone to see that she's just the same as any other girl.
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