He wasn't perfect. No not at all.
He had his flaws.
The alcohol itself was a starter.
I would never ask him to change though.
I'm not her.
He may not be perfect, but he was mine.
Everything of mine always seems perfect to me.
He wasn't perfect. No not at all.
He had his flaws.
I fell in love with him, which includes every imperfection of his.
Yet, he was perfect for me.
Completely.
YOU ARE READING
You are mine. Mine.
FanfictionIt doesn't make a difference. Everything is already set in stone. He is mine. Only mine.
