I love his smile. I love his hair. I love his knees. I love how he licks his lips before he talks. I love his heart-shaped birthmark on his neck. I love it when he sleeps. I like how I hear this song everytime and think of him ... I love how he makes me feel, like anything is possible or life is worth it.

I hate his crooked teeth. I hate his 1960s haircut. I hate his knobby knees. I hate his cockroach-shaped splotch on his neck. I hate the way he smacks his lips before he talks. I hate the way he sounds when she laughs.