I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful 

Yeah that line might sound familiar to you, if you too were forced to sit through that God-awful movie about that awkward wallflower kid named Charlie (or you just read the book,since apparently...people still do that). You know the one. Unless you actually watched that film by choice (whoa there daredevil).

You see, in this instance that line is both mediocre and chilling. In the film adaptation this Charlie kid uses that line, referring to the love of his life. Sam, if I remember correctly. But not I. Instead these are my thoughts as this exhausted girl rests in my lap.

She is not the girl of my dreams. She is a complete joke in comparison to my ideal type. She is not light in my arms. Her voice has never soothed me. I doubt there has ever been a time when she hasn't woken up to a pillow drenched in slob. And to top that all off, I've discovered that she sleeps with both eyes half open.

She is no dainty thing with small hands nor feet. She can fit my shoes. She's even borrowed them for gym class...