You don't choose the perfect one,
But—
You choose the one whose imperfections you can live with.
When you accept someone's imperfections,
You will start loving them
And—
They start becoming prefect for you.
They might not have all the colour you wanted
But they can still be your rainbow after a stormy night.
YOU ARE READING
You
PoetryThere is nothing here. But- If you really wants to open it, Thankyou so much. And Welcome to my world ;)
