I love people who tell stories without even trying. I Love looking at the exhausted faces of strangers and finding some sort of beauty within their eyes, lined with dark pigment under them. I like odd looking faces.  Ones I can take time looking at and notice every freckle, scar, and blemish. Admirably diverse skin, colors ranging from the clouds in the sky to warm sand in the beach and to the comforting darkness of the night. Whichever, still fascinatingly beautiful. Whether they were a girl, boy, both, or neither I love to stare. To soak up every detail in one long gaze and admire every single flaw and perfection. I love how human we can be. Fallible in our personalities and our exterior. But still extravagantly beautiful.