You forced yourself on to the dance floor, vouging like your life depended on it. I wanted to tell you how cute you looked, so i did. You took it as the friendly kind of way. The catch, though, was that I didn't mean it to be friendly. I think about how cute and amazing you are all the time. You are so pretty. I tell you all the time, but you never believe me. That leads me to another thing. You always degrade yourself. I wish you wouldn't do that so much. I find it so hard to pick out all the negatives about you, while you find it hard to pick out the positives. Your voice. Your voice is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. You sing with such luxury, like you have nothing to be ashamed of. I wish you would feel that way all the time. Your face, your body in general. You always joke about your weight, and I hate that. You are so perfect. Your lips. Oh My God, those lips. I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've wanted to just pull you close, kiss those lips and bite that bottom lip, the way you do to tease me. You are such a tease. The way you dance, the way you bite your bottom lip, the way you talk softly. I always wish you were mine. But I can't have you.
