I find it hard to look at you with anything but pure jealousy. - Pardon me for staring. I can't help but to stumble on words. You are everything that's no good for me and I realize this. You are everything I would normally hate, but the grace in which you do things leaves me breathless. Slap me if I'm getting ahead of myself, but I can picture us... together. By together I mean: holding hands while walking down the street, a cigarette in your hand - one of those things I disapprove of, but don't mind because you can blow circles of smoke into the air and make up silly things they remind you of.