Some boys are so perfect. And yet they commit the imperfection of just not captivating you.
Some boys are highly imperfect. And yet they haunt your brainspace so often that they start defying your natural human egotism and its tendency to only think about its own self, forever.
Sometimes you fall in love. You laugh at how ridiculous it all is.
Because you can fall in love with the drugaddict
The dude that kisses like a slob
The one that is ugly as shit
The narcissitic nerd fuck
The one that's never ever spoken to you
The one that makes you suffer ever so much
And yet you love them.
You know what I find alarming about this? I've only fallen in love with five boys in my life.
And I'm afraid I love each of 'em still.