Perfect-er

It's been months since I thought I had given up on you.

I thought that if I just found out your flaws and thought only about them, the feelings would go away on their own.

Turns out, it's not that easy.

Instead of disliking the tiny quirks you have, I have found them to be endearing. You have a slightly big forehead that only shows when you're running. It's adorable. You forget to add commas sometimes when you're writing random things on the whiteboard.

"Ian was not here understand?" instead of "Ian was not here, understand?", things like that.

You're mostly quiet when you're around your friends, choosing to listen instead of speak. You rarely eat at lunch, and you complain that you didn't have time for breakfast. I think, 'so that's why you're so skinny, that's not good for you'.

Your hands are soft-looking and paler than the rest of your tan body. Your nails are chipped, but clean. They look delicate.

You have thin legs, probably because you run a lot. When you pull your sleeves up, your lower arms are tan and smooth. You touch your neck a lot.

Absentmindedly, in class, you play with your soft hair. You say that it's getting pretty long, you might have to cut it. I like how it gets sort of curly at the bottom. It's constantly falling into your eyes.

Your eyes are the most stunning part of you.

They are a bright, icy-hot blue that looks like paradise. Warm and cold at the same time, they never register mine.

I have blue eyes, too, but it's a different type of blue. It's pale and greyish, darker on the inside than the edges. Sometimes it gets dark, but mostly it's as pale as baby blue. Pale and boring, just like me.

My hair is dark and black-brown, where yours is dusty and brown. My skin is pale, where yours is tan. My hands are tiny, where yours are big. My body is petite, where yours is tall.

We are opposites, but I love you no less.

I guess I'll never be over you, Ian.