"I fell in love with you for four reasons. I moved on because of one."

ii - You're like a pair of scissors

I can't help but think that comparison's a little off. "You're like a pair of scissors..." I hope you know what I mean.

Whenever you'd turn up one day, you'd find me unappealed with everything you do. Compared to an hour afterward where you'd see me laughing at all your jokes, I'm more down when you first see me. Usually I'm bummed out over the same old, same old: the teacher gave me an F, my partner for a project is uncooperative, or I just slammed my head against a door after I pulled instead of pushed it.

I'm so emotional over the stupidest of things. That's what I hate about myself.

But you make me feel better, in one way, shape or form. You'd say my weaknesses are actually my strengths, and that I had no weaknesses overall. All along they were just strengths--strengths that needed to be perfected. That cheered me up regardless of how many times you already said it in the past. Saying that was nothing new, but it was my motivation.

Then you'd try to find out why I was sad in the first place. Unlike other people who would just pry me for answers, you subtly asked me questions, smiled, and made jokes to easily gain my trust. In fact, they did work. I'd confess to why I was feeling down in the dumps and do it all with a smile on my face and a giggle in between.

I swear you're like some magician. A talented magician who could cast an honesty spell with the wave of your wand, or pull all my sorrows out of your top hat. It's amazing what you can do. Like a pair of scissors you're able to carefully remove me from my problems, slowly and cautiously.

Is it okay for you to keep doing this to me? Sometimes I'd question if I'm just trouble to you. I'd imagine that you hated having to frequently help me. You didn't want to be my friend and I was just someone to cling onto you until high school ends. But that smile you always... always, always, always, kept on your lips was so sincere. You can't be lying. That's impossible.

We're two magnets attracted to one another. Maybe we're not quite like north and south who join together so easily, and neither are we two norths who repel. I would guess that we both have our moments where we fluctuate. Sometimes we're both north and sometimes we're just north and south.

Same goes for when I'm sad. You'd be smiling and I'd be crying. Then, snap! Out of nowhere I'm seen with a full-fledged toothy grin. Then the whole process would repeat everyday.

Reason two I stuck to you like glue was because you made me happy.