Shawn's p.o.v
She was perfect to me at least. She didn't believe the word perfect. She didn't think anybody was perfect. She didn't believe the world was perfect. She thought that nobody could be perfect. But she was. I liked the way she smiled. I liked her eyes how they were different colors, dark blue, light blue and specks of gold. I liked her hair how it was different colors, dirty blonde, brownish-blonde and blue. She was different. She had one person she talked to the most; Kayti. Everywhere you go they are together. You can't separate them. But she was so perfect to me and I wish she could see that.
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Perfect?
Random“ Your perfect. " “ No I'm not. “ To me you are perfect. " “ I don't believe the word perfect. " “ Maybe I can change that. "
