I don’t think you’re perfect but I think everything about you that’s not is what makes you fascinating.
It sounds so dumb but I find myself wanting to remember certain things about you, like the way your hair falls or how you say certain words or how you hold your pen-
I’m telling you it’s dumb- but I can’t stop trying to memorize it all.
Yet all I expect in return is that you not forget my name, because you have that effect on people, or at least on me, and any attention from you seems like an honor.
