Really though.. why you. You’re perfect. Not really, but it all seems that way to me. Your personality, your face, your smile, your fucking body, your ability to laugh at everything and inability to ever be in a bad mood. Your hair, lips, eyes. I’ve never craved anyone so much in my life. I only wish I could be beautiful and perfect enough to feel worthy of you ever wanting someone, someone like me. I don’t know why we even flirt. Why even pretend that anything’s going to happen. I’m not good enough for you, so why even try.