The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem.

It is.

I'm confused and we should move onto a different, less confusing topic. Like food. Or boobs. Or baby animals.

Maybe I love you ‘cause you aren’t awesome.

That can't be it.

Are you though?

Why would you love me if I wasn't awesome?

You’re like you, so you don’t love you.

I'm not like me, I am me. And I'm awesome.

Well you said you loved me because I wasn’t you, which is you implying that you don’t love yourself.

Or it's implying that I don't love people like me.

You should love you, ‘cause I love you.

I didn't say I didn't love me.

I’m not you.

Which is a good thing. Must be why I love you.

Is that an, “I’m sorry, Aiden. I’ll be nicer to you” kiss?

Dunno. It was a kiss. I wouldn't look into it too much.

You shouldn’t be rude to me. I’m dying.

Did you just say I was wrong? How rude.

I told you being rude was my thing.

Eh. I disagree.

I know, but you're wrong.

They are great ones. I’m jealous.

Why? You have awesome ones.

A huge one. ‘Cause you look so innocent and shit.

It's the genes.

Is it really? I didn’t notice.

Shocker, right?