It was always beautiful to me when I know you would see me coming, walk in behind the wall and you would cut me off at the other end stop me and look me in the eyes. That was beautiful. You might not have been able to tell, but that was perfect. I know I didnt give much but I remember the time seeing you coming, I glanced walking by, saw you and I just kept going in the opposite direction where I was already going without much of a thought. I got some distance, I stopped and thought no, you know what? shes beautiful, I am going back just to open and hold the door for her, because I care and she so sweet to my old a** and I dont give her much to show I care when I do. Thats what I did.

You know what else I say? I say **** what people I know think, 1 in particular. The thing that would piss her off, the obvious, is not even what’s important to me. It’s good, i like it, i dont lokk for it, but it doesn’t matter because it’s not something that sticks around for anyone.