Its funny that I actually thought about letting you treat me like that, just because of those eyes. Its funny that for a split second I almost smiled after I found out. But then it hurt. And I cried until I laughed. I laughed at myself for caring so much about you. You're just so imperfectly perfect. You haven't changed a bit in these two years. You respect yourself more than you should and you still laugh like a little kid. You smile even though everything inside you is pinching. You're such a bastard. A damn lucky bastard.