You are well aware of my staggering lower back. I'm pretty gorgeous, huh?, I mean, you see these two ears...the perfection of the lobe...It's not ordinary...
The world must be turning. I suspect that my heart has grown, as my intellect has clearly diminished because now, standing in front of you, I see you are lacking that bit of touch. You seem to have given up. It's kind of like you threw up on yourself, oh, and please, don't ever think it's ok to throw up on me.
What I'm saying is that, dispite it all, I like you..I do. You ask and I confirm. I'm well aware your vomit is just an illusion, but sometimes it hurts. It really does hurt to look at you. So if you are the least bit considerate, you must understand the frequent frustration and regret I feel when I come to realize it's you the person standing next to me.
Again, that's not to say that I don't like you. The thing is that I'm not a romantic and I can't just, like, love you fully and completely. That would be disgusting. There are conditions, and I must,also, condition you to follow my ways because I won't change for you; it's too late now to try and be clubby and tactful.
I've got the gorgeous and you've got the forgiving, does that make a team? Isn't that truly the root of your question? Silly, you.
I am dying to be that fabulous woman standing next to the flimsy frog. The prince that will never be because he doesn't have the swagger, and therefore has no future. I want to be your future.
"I do."
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