Perfect

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I love you..  But I hope I never have to meet you..

Because what if the perfect story we are in my head will be ruined..

I will never think of myself..  or someone else as perfect.

I am not..  and you are not..

But we..  sure as hell are.

In my head we are perfect.

You love me the way I do you.

We love eachother the same perfect amount.

The moment we meet..  would be hell..

Because from that moment..

Real life would be truth..

And the perfection in my head will be gone for good..


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