My perfect house you say? Well it would have to be big, with open spaces, and glass windows all around, for the sunlight to shine through in the early crisp mornings of winter. A porch wrapping around the house with a swing chair, for lazy romantic evenings curled up in each other’s arms. A garden like my very own forest, where I could be surrounded by trees as high as big ben. I would hide away from the busy streets and clouded minds of the people who hate their jobs. An egg shaped bathtub with little silver feet and great fluffy towels. A mirror that would fog up and let me leave secret love messages in. dark wooden floor boards and a big bed we could roll around in. An open fireplace at Christmas. So many things, I know most must be impossible but a girl can still dream. Especially with a man like you at my side. It would be our house, filled perfectly with imperfections. I don’t want the perfect relationship, I want something real. We have always argued, and we always will. That’s what I love. This is our story, perfect with imperfections.
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Perfect With Imperfections
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