That Kind Of Woman

I don't think that it's important that you're unattractive in my eyes, or most people's, or whoever thinks you are.
I think it's important that I follow you because you're the breath that I can't breathe, so I choose to live out my dreams through you, or maybe just through this blog, I can't really tell, anymore. But in any case it's irrelevant that I don't find you beautiful, because I'm not that right, "one" person, and any one who tells you that you are not beautiful isn't that person either. Though, by saying that, I'm not saying the first man to call you beautiful is the one person who you should be with. There will be many, many men to call you beautiful, maybe some women, too. I am not one of them but I still follow you because of your wit and your charm and your refreshing arrogance, which is somehow trumped by your conscientiousness and morals. You are too good of a soul to be outweighed by your flaws, and I think that that, in a sense, is what makes you that kind of woman.