you make me smile.
it makes me smile when you put the ugliest beanie on to cover up your messy hair.
it makes me smile that you feel insecure about yourself when i know that you don’t have to feel insecure, cause you are perfect.
it makes me smile the way you have this accent when you talk and when you try your best to not let it show that you have one.
it makes me smile the way that you talk to her, because i’m imagining that one day you will talk to me like that.
it makes me sad that you don’t talk to me like that.
it makes me sad that you think your accent isn’t perfect.
it makes me sad that you think you aren’t perfect when you clearly are.
and it makes me sad that you think you need to cover up a part of your body because you think it isn’t good enough
but whatever you do, you makes me smile.