Is this.... at all... weird?

There's this guy... and for the life of me, I can't figure out what about him drives me. Something.... something... and as I looked at him the other day (Crystallized forever on paper), I noticed something. He's a punk. He knows nothing about caring for people or even apologizing to them... but when he opens his eyes a little, when he looks at me, bright, shining, and that smile is plastered all over his face... I'm floored. All I can think about is my mother, her face carefully archived in my head, in reality decaying in the ground. Their light is the same... their smiles both breed the same sense of captivity, and their intensity is... amazing.

Is this really possible? He's the worst male to walk into my life, and she's the best female to ever walk out. I hate him, love her... but that's what it is... I've figured it out.

Really fucking weird...