1 | Perfectly Imperfect
I will forever be subjected to your recklessness. You are not perfect, but then again, you are more perfect for me than you'll ever realize. It will never dawn on you like it dawned on me.
And that is okay, as long as you l...
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my smile sickly sweet, the kind that slowly drizzles over my lips like sticky cinnamon, i say to her, "in the end, it'll always be you and me." and i can't mention smiles without adding how soft and soothing her voice is naturally, and it's (she mentions mine, but never her own. she should.) not just when she's singing slow songs with raw emotion.
i tell her you only see half of yourself. i tell her chérie, it's the character that matters, not the appearance and her smile cakes with icy happiness. when she does this, she never fails to beam like golden. and oh, she's so pretty; she can sometimes smile with her eyes as they crinkle slightly like a paper full of imperfect writings that hold secret truths (but if she says "i'll keep no secrets. my heart is yours," i will simply believe it with no further nagging. i will give my lover time, and i'll say, word for word, perfection is found in accepting your imperfections, and move on.
