Dinner consisted of a bag of chips and apple juice

What defines you? You, me, whomever.

Is it your smile? Is it that look of gliss? Maybe it heightens one's sense of attraction--enhances another's perception of their attraction to you. But what more can a smile say than the dental insurance he or she is paying, or what teeth you still have clicking in your mouth.

Or is it scientific? Like the fact that you are nothing more than a mass composite of wavelengths. Your face is reflected light. Your foot is reflected light. Your crack is a dark contrast to the amount of wavelengths shining off your tan pastry ass. Even when you say "Hello," all you are doing is vibrating pitches and tones off of your voicebox, over your slippery tounge.

Coffee break.

What defines you--to me-- is your laugh. To me, it's what allows me to know if you're genuine-- if you would stand me for five more minutes than would you have to. It lets me know that you appreciate me, and you would laugh with me when everyone else was frowning. Not just in private, but on the beach, the moon, and wherever else a chuckle could escape.

It lets me know that you're real. It lets me know whether my definition of you is savvy, lackadasical, smart, and cute. Or just the opposite.

It lets me know that you'd laugh with me, if I laughed with you.

So my question is: what defines me from you?