black and black white and white

there is a red haired boy.. not cute enough for everyone, really good enough for me.
He is so interesting, smart and funny. He feels, and breath passion. He has the personality to be a personality. He is single.. kind of.
I know him, he knows me, the superficial me at least, but he doesn't care.
I care a lot, actually i imagine love stories about us, fiction of course.
Well, i have instinct.. so i KNEW he was involved with someone. I know her, she is a red haired.. and guess what? that is exactly the reason why they are "together"
Mr. red haired and Mrs. red haired are not in love, they are together because of their hair
i hate them.. sometimes. Red hair people.
Yes, i'm a brunette, a happy one but he makes me wanna be different, good enough.
Love discriminate everything that isn't red?

I've made a mistake, because he isn't red haired and she isn't red haired either
they are more like asian people.. yes, asian people
because i can change my hair, i can't change other things.
i won't be like them EVER, so here i am.. feeling frustated of seeing a stupid asian great guy fooling around with some other asian instead of beeing falling in love with me.