Don't think I will ever forget what it feels like when you look at me, or that crooked smile you get when you look me straight in the eyes, as if you're staring into my soul so casually. But that crooked smile. It's crooked, but it's genuine. Or how self-conscious you get when I'm around, as if you need to try to impress me. You're beautiful exactly how you are. Perfectly imperfect, everything I could ever want in a single human being. This is why it will never work out. It never works out for instances like this. Not that this has happened before ever in my life, but of course, it's what everybody says isn't it?