This is sappy and terrible
In one of my classes we talk alot about what the philosopher/theorist Derrida once said, about loving the what vs loving the who. And it is really really hard to ever truly know the who because all we have to communicate are signifiers which are fundamentally flawed and meaningless and misinterpreted. We tend to love the whats of someone: intelligence or sense of humor or beauty or adventuresness. But I’ve never had a preference for amazing smiles until I met him. Something about his smile is not just the what of straight teeth and whiteness and giant happiness. Its maybe the closest I get to knowing the who, even if complete understanding is beyond my grasp. One of the things I love most about my boyfriend is his smile. It’s definitely one of the what’s I can’t relegate to unimportance of being a what.
