I was your maybe. But—
The color of your eyes were all of the shinning stars together; I got lost in them.
The scent of your cologne was the equivalent of roses; i can't help but smile whenever i smell them.
The way your nose is slightly crooked made you imperfect; but i still think you're perfect.
The essence of yourself is the most gratifying thing in the universe and you don't even know.
You were my yes.
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