I could tell you a lot of names but they won't really mean anything to you. They'll just be what you make them become. You'll see a different face and give them a completely different personality than what I know.
We all like a famous person just for their songs, roles or contributions to society.
I genuinely like someone who I dont know and, like you'd like a picture in a colouring book, all I really know is the idea of them and their possible perfection. I like someone who is like me but that person conveys themself in a different way than I do. I like a bubbly person. I like a cool person who is kind, fun to be around and who doesn't judge me. I like a weirdo just for their weirdness. I like a person for their communication skills and maturity. I like a person for their kindness towards me. I like a person for their outlook on life. I like a person for their ability to be at one with themself. I like someone for their innocence and vulnerability. I like someone for their determination and knowledge. I like a person for their personality. I like someone for their perserverence and blue eyes. I like a person for their ability to joke and find fun in the smallest things. I like someone who treats me with respect and appreciates me. I like someone for their opinions and their experiences. I like someone for their ambition. I like someone for how they can be their wit people of all ages and our shared likes. I like a person for their talent and love of music.
But each person is liked by me for a specific reason. Some are the people are friends, others are aquantences, teachers, siblings, and peers.
If you think you're one of those people are you, it probably is.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoezjaThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.
