His Smile Lights Up the World

I like you. The way you smile, the way your hair sits. Your kindness towards everyone you encounter, and the times you act like a dimwit. You're so full of bashful confidence, but it hurts. 

It hurts that you'll never like me the way I do. You'll never see me the way I see you. You're so hung up on your exes, that you're not willing to give anyone new a chance. 

Life goes on, and feelings will pass, but until January 29th, i'll cherish my art class.