i have this thing for you, when i am ignoring everything bad about you. you are clearly one racist motherfucker, a little sick on the head - you like creepy things. but when i write it like this, it doesnt even sound like you, doesnt feel like you. you are the one who help people find their doggo, you are the one who likes taking pictures, you are the one who drew all that stuff back then, you are the one who kneeled down and tied my shoelaces just because. you are ignorant, you are stubborn, you are selfish.
you are good. you are enough. you are the best. you are the sunshine. and i miss you.
you are not pretty thats for sure. but you have nice eyebrows and smile, and your lips are colored well, and you hair is thick and brown, and you have nice arms.
i am going nuts over this. 56 days. i fucking counted.