you are ridiculously fine and somehow know it, which makes you even more unbearable. every time you do that thing that’s just you, i want to roll my eyes so hard they might get stuck, but then you smile or say something dumbly charming and i can’t stay mad. you’re annoying, infuriating, and completely impossible to ignore, and honestly, i hate that i like you so much. it’s exhausting, but somehow, i can’t stop.