You smiled at me today, and it felt like someone had lit up a candle inside of my stomach, and millions of butterflies flew around it. I smiled back, and I saw your eyes light up for a second. It was beautiful. And yet I wonder what makes you so driven towards me? I'm not pretty. I run away from things. I run away from you. So why do you keep trying? Do you really think I could be something more than what I am now? Because I don't think I can.