Sometimes I see you and think, “She needs a hug.” And then I never give you a hug. I’m sorry.
You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, and you look better without that makeup and fake tan stuff you put on. I think you’re flawless and funny. You’re poetic in a way that seems effortless and sexy all at the same time.
You see me and see a guy that’s 30, someone that’s too old for you. You don’t see the guy that’s been to death’s door, stared into the abyss, and came back stronger than anyone he’s ever met.
We could be so great together. If only you’d give us a chance.