Gray T-Shirt.

illegible.

You always made a point to tell me how bad I looked. You said your honesty was a good thing, because then I would know you were telling me the truth when you said that I looked good.

It used to bother me, but now I don't care.

I put you on a pedestal, with your illegible eyes and your smart-assery. I'd shrug it off, except when you wore that one gray t-shirt. It looked too good on you and I promised you I'd never lie to you.

So when you told me how bad I looked, I stayed silent.