You spill food all over you whenever we go on dinner dates.
You squint your eyes when you have been wearing your contacts for too long already.
You trip on surfaces that are obviously flat.
You drink juice that is way too sour for my tongue.
You like your water warm. Or lukewarm. Nope, you like it warm.
You think your works of art are not good enough.
You snore sometimes. Well, once.
You say “sorry” even when I say don’t apologize.
You can sleep at any given time, anywhere.
You love oatmeal with a burning passion.
You’re picky.
You do not like anything that is mainstream.
You get nervous a lot.
How can you call them flaws if I’m in love with them?
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
You spill food all over you whenever we go on dinner dates.
You squint your eyes when you have been wearing your contacts for too long already.
You trip on surfaces that are obviously flat.
You drink juice that is way too sour for my tongue.
You like your water warm. Or lukewarm. Nope, you like it warm.
You think your works of art are not good enough.
You snore sometimes. Well, once.
You say “sorry” even when I say don’t apologize.
You can sleep at any given time, anywhere.
You love oatmeal with a burning passion.
You’re picky.
You do not like anything that is mainstream.
You get nervous a lot.
How can you call them flaws if I’m in love with them?
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