Sing me something soft, Sad and delicate, Or loud and out of key, Sing me anything :)

It was one Sunday evening. We were on our way back to my dorm after a day filled with World of Warcraft and Taco Bell.The horizon line was painted every shade of orange and pink. He sang to me a song I had never heard of from a station I'd never heard of. It was almost out of character for him to sing a love song to that extreme. He's romantic, of course, but in his own silly way. I giggled at him as he sang to me. He took his free arm, the one he wasn't using for driving and put it around me, pulling me against him. I smiled.

My hair was in knots.

My makeup was smudged from the day before.

I was wearing an oversized hoodie and sweatpants.

And to him I was the most beautiful creature ever.

I always ponder in astonishment when he tells me I'm pretty without makeup, or cute with tangled hair. It's not that I'm vain but I have always been extremely aware of my looks. My eyeliner must be symmetrically winged, not a single hair on my head can be out of place. It's only in rare, vulnerable moments, like when I first wake up, that I am caught looking unkept.

Despite seeing me, in my opinion, at my most unattractive, he still thinks I'm beautiful. He sings to me. He even shows me off and brags... And I'm still somewhat baffled by it.

He makes me smile :) And I love him.

Even when his singing's out of key.

 

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