I loved him- while he was in no means perfect, he still managed to make me heart soar and my strength crumple with one of his 'I'm trying not to be sappy but damn' looks, with those plain, honey colored eyes with sunspots shimmering just below the surface and chapped, plump- admittedly, girlish- lips curved in that condescending smirk; and he's really far from perfect, with his IQ smaller than Pluto in comparison to the brightest, biggest star you can find, in or out of this futile solar systems, and his, while rare, jokes that sometimes made me wonder how loudly a toddler would be howling with laughter- and God, he's so annoying with his dumb opinions and stupid, goofy look that made my stomach churn with this indescribable feeling of contained happiness- and he really, really isn't perfect, but, let's be honest, he's so perfect with those eyes, and his jokes, and his stupid face and boyish smile and I can't help but love this idiot because wow.