We were meant to be,
but you didn't mean it

I don't love everything about you.

If I said I did, I would be dishonest.

I don't love the way you hold yourself too arrogantly sometimes

I don't love the way you can be too mean with your jokes,
even though you don't mean them seriously.

I don't love how your sense of humor gets too weird sometimes

I don't love how you just love talking about yourself

I don't love how you can seem so cold and how
you can so easily ignore me to the point of madness.

But I will tell you this.

I do love the way you flash your imperfect teeth into a warm smile
whenever you see me.

I do love your stupid laugh, because it makes me laugh even more
than the joke itself.

I do love the way you talk about your dreams and your views and the world.

I do love how you can surprise me with kindness and attention
when I least expect it.

And most of all, I love how you can make me feel everything
no one else ever could.

And that is why the reasons that I love you
are all so much more important than the reasons why I don't.