A certain somebody has the most actively attractive eyes when he grins, they actually twinkle like proverbial stars; this fact may be what I despise about his existence most of all. I do not appreciate the cranking in my stomach when I see his perfect, warm skin stretch and his ****** muscles proclaim positivity and his strong calcium teeth blind any unsuspecting victims. I hate the little fishing hook that rips uncleanly in a jagged form in my blood-pulsing heart when I feel he hasn't properly paid me my much deserved attention. I outlined my eyes in dark chemicals and fluffed my hair provocatively to lure his lust for what? To realize that I do not contain the proper combination of personality traits to appease such an animal soul and never will. I really hate the pitiful state of longing and admiration his uninterested being reduces my willing heart to; to be strong and independent is desirable, but to be his is a complete necessity.