Idiot, I love you.

I like when you meet someone for the first time,
And it's not what you thought it would be, 
I like it when it's awkward, 
And more then anything I love it,
When he stumbles and stuttered with every word he said, 
Every step he took... 
Cause that's real, 
That's a natural sense of self. 
It meant I ment something. 
Cause you only stumble, 
Stutter and crumble for someone worth the idiocy... 
Not loving that, 
That would be real foolishness.

If you are lucky enough to find a weirdo,
Never let them go.

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