I like it when you tell me I’m beautiful.
I understand. But, you know you’re not right? I mean you’re not even close to the definition of real beauty. Surely you must know your face is nowhere near symmetrical. You know about the Fibonacci ratio right?
Um. Yeah. I know about it.
Sorry. Was this one of those moments like the first time I saw you naked and I said, you didn’t look half as bad as I thought you would—especially for being as old as you are?
And like the time you came home from getting your haircut and I said, wow you don’t look as ugly as I expected?
Oh. So. Hey. I think you’re beautiful.