Everything was easy with you, and I suppose that's why I loved it. There is beauty in simplicity, but there is nothing beautiful about a girl crying herself to sleep at night wondering where she went wrong and messed everything up. There is nothing beautiful about a girl staring into the mirror and only seeing every single one of her flaws and knowing exactly why she isn't special enough for you. There is nothing beautiful about a girl who hates herself because she was stupid enough to fall for every sweet word that fell off the tip of your tongue. There is nothing beautiful about a girl deciding between all of her morals or the guy who makes her "happy". So I guess maybe loving you wasn't all that simple or beautiful after all.