I wonder ever and again, how I wind up loving things that gets overlooked oft-times. Like to love the crinkles by our eyes formed when we smile more than the smile itself- not many would be able to perceive it even. Little do they know, how these crinkles define the genuineness of the smile- how without this tiny little detail, the smile wouldn’t even be honest-to-goodness. You see, the unusual things hold a beauty that goes unnoticed and I want to witness every bit of it till I breathe in the very last bit of air fate has to offer for me. The world is full of roses and sunflowers and their lovers, but this, this beauty is niche. They call it Lagenaria siceraria in science. I wonder why they don't have a simpler name for this? I want to name it, maybe someday I will. For now, I'll keep asking myself, why must I be in love with all the unusual things? "Is it because, somewhere within, even I want to be loved, the way I love? Oh God, why must I feel so much, they'll end up hurting me"- but it's okay, no-one noticed.