And I know it is totally crazy
To dream I’d find romance
But for the first time in forever
At least I’ve got a chance
its funny, isnt it?
how i can hate every inch, every ounce of myself, how i can utterly loathe every time i look in the mirror because there’s always something wrong with me. how it hurts to take another breath of air to continue having my heart beat. its funny that i completely hate the smallest things, like the small tufts of hair on the back of my neck, or the way i have a little callus on my right hand on my ring finger from where i hold my pen when i write. its so strange that i can hate all of this and love every part, every inch, every ounce of you. the way your lip curls in when you smile, and when you’re really smiling your bottom lip kinda is bitten by your upper teeth and when you laugh you lean back a bit and your eyes scrunch into tiny slits holding the beautiful youthful brown eyes, and when you talk about music or making music your eyes sparkle a bit with imagination and wonder, and i don’t think you realize this but i watch you write, i watch you while you talk, and when you’re talking to me i watch the way your lips move, and even though it sounds weird, its really me finally loving something.
And it’s amazing how much noise people ignoring each other can make.
Inspired by the many complaints i’ve received of older Lilo’s resemblance to Nani.
Why am I laughing so hard