Why.

I like you. That’s it, I like you, I can’t stop picturing your fucking red lips all the time, I love the way you complain about whatever the fuck I do, I adore the way you look at me, with a half smile, and just tell me to go fuck myself, I love it even more when you tell me you feel like I’m always despising you, because it is the exact opposite, but I just don’t know how to show it.

I’m in love with you, but so are other six or seven amazingly hot girls with whom I just cannot compete. Some might say that we fit better because we’ve got that look, that chemistry thing, you know? But the problem is, I am horrible at chemistry and every time someone asks me why the fuck I like you so fucking much, I just don’t know what to say.

There are a million thing that I could say about you. I can talk about your dreamy eyes, always a little closed just like Edward Norton in Fight Club - I thin you do it on purpose because you love that movie and you think he’s really hot, I could say you have prettiest mouth ever, so kissable, so red, even though you could be considered black and therefore you lips would be a ton of brown, I could tell them I love you little freckles which are just the best genetic “mistake”.

The real dilemma I’m living in is: I cannot find one single personality trait that would explain all this fucking intense love that I feel for you, you fucking prick. Good people would that is because I like every single piece of you, and so it would be impossible for me to point out “only the good parts”, but I feel like that’s actually because there isn’t anything special, you are just such an ordinary boy, rude, silly, loves sex and drugs and boobs. 

If you ever read this, my dearest fucking cunt, please tell me what’s really just so fucking good about you, because I cannot see it, just feel it. Sorry for the swearing, but that’s how you make me feel.