I like your youthfulness. You have your own 'brand' of seriousness, but life hasn't marked you yet.
I like how snarky you can get at times.
You want to be open-minded, yet so much is black and white. You have an opinion, you're opinionated. All these things I like about you. You're a rebel, just because you can.
Yet, these are the same things that separate us. I think less in absolutes. Sometimes, I choose not to have an opinion. I see, more than fifty, shades of grey all around me.
You have the courage of youth, I have the temperance of age.
All these things separate us. And still, I can't but love your smile.
