As I understand it, no thing on this earth is perfect. I am not perfect. You are not perfect. We are not perfect for each other, and yet we love deeply and unapologetically anyways, despite our imperfections. Maybe love is the closest thing we have to perfection, because love was not born of this earth. Maybe love is the only glimpse we get in this life that can promise the next one. If so, my love stands true in this life and each life we pass into there after. You are more important to me than anything. More valuable than anything on this earth. With this Gravity, pulling me like the Earth to her moon.
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PoëzieMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
