Glasses

125. I think it was somewhere in our first year that you finally gave up your pride and the head aches, and accepted the fact that you were near-sighted. You and I went to an eye clinic at the mall and had your eyes checked and fitted for your first pair of glasses. You let me pick out the frame and I insisted that though it should be square-shaped to match your facial shape, it had to be sporty to match your cool attitude. I won that little tug of war and when you wore the one I chose which was a dark blue sporty frame. I all but melted. I had a thing for men wearing glasses. It made them look intelligent and professional and absolutely charming. What? You asked repeatedly. And I gushed how it made you look more handsome than usual. You smiled. You sure? You don't think that it makes me look weird or dorky? You asked. No, I replied. Definitely not. Far from it. Sometimes, you still forget to wear it at school and you don't see as well as you could but you joked that you would always recognize me no matter the distance. How? Because of your wide forehead, you joked and I laughed. I still prefer you with glasses though you look just as good without them.