people like me. i know they do. they like me but im not good for them. im a piece of chocolate cake. or a fresh baked batch of cookies. or maybe a strawberry shortcake. im good, but not good for you. for anybody. but the thing is, and it gets me everytime, is that im good for you. only you. and you. people like you. you can tell they do. but your not good for them. except for me. your good for me. your good for me in a way that nobody else is. you are. and i might not always like you. in fact, most of the time(or atleast in the past) i've always despised you. but you've always been good for me. even when i didn't believe you were. we fit. and we are perfect in this completely imperfect way. and it just works. we work.