Sometimes I think I should just hate you. But... The funny thing is, I don't think I can.
Sometimes I wonder why I love you. But I don't think it's as simple as "why".

There's this one thing you do with your eyes when you look at me. You kind of, squint a little, and the corners wrinkle, and before I know it, you're smiling so wide and you're laughing at nothing. And the way your teeth dance when you smile, and how your nose scrunches up like it does.

You never think. You just...be. Sometimes I wish I could be more like that. Sometimes I wish I could stop this chaos in my mind. Sometimes I wish I could just wash away those images burnt to my brain as easily as you can.

But then other times I think: is it really so easy for you?