The divinity of your smile surprises me. I get here, to this point of my lifetime and perhaps... I think... that I won't be able to feel it anymore. To feel all this perjorative senseless bullshit I've been fooled with. Love... is it something so simple to just exist the way it is? Is it something so truthfully superficial to be sold? And still, why do I buy it? Why the lovely friend with perfect teeth and magnificent hands brings it to me in a golden carriege? Why does it matter anyway? Why do I insist in "loving" you?