you were the definition of american beauty. something about the way your hair would fall in front of your eyes could leave me wondering what i had to do to be with you. we'd sit, legs crossed, faces a little too close, listening to your new favorite band. i tried so hard to impress you. i'd memorize everything you'd every tell me in case you asked me later on. i hoped you did the same. i wanted you to ask me everything about myself. i loved you so much and now i feel nothing but hurt.
