Bad

He was a bad guy.

He was just different.

Depending on who was being asked

He was bad – bad for her, they said.

“You could do better,” they said. “How could you love someone like him?”

“Why?” They asked. “Why?”

She took one look at him and smiled.

It was the way he stopped smoking when he found out she didn’t like guys who did.

It was the way he tried to be better, if only to see her smile.

It was the way he wanted to be perfect for her, even when she didn’t want perfect.

That was why.

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