Love is a smile when you’re tired, elegantly bound in inarticulacy. The world fails to prove scripted among a series of notions broadcast from an obscured television screen. From slurred words and late night rambles, feelings are not so elegantly immaculate to fit a greeting card that we show to all of our friends. Genuinity is alluringly disheveled- if it seems too good to be true, then it very well may be.