i woke up at 1 am, as usual...i don't bother to look in the mirror, i'll never be good enough for him. His beautiful brown eyes, his contagious smile, his splattered freckles. he's all i could ask for..but hes too perfect to love me-- or so i thought?
out of all the people in the world, his eyes are on my, his hands are soft, his neck is comforting.
