"You made my life perfect."
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People say that perfect doesn't exist. I beg to differ. When we were together, my life was perfect. People use the context perfect as in everything is good, and only good.
But in my vocabulary, it's not. Perfect to me means, having flaws, yet everything works out fine. We had our differences with things which led to arguments, but we always made up. You made me feel like I was wanted, and I appreciated that.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Johnson asked from beside me.
I looked at him, lightly seeing his face because it's a little dark out. We are going to the airport because we are going to L.A. for a gig.
"Nothing," I shook my head and looked away.
I got out my phone, and took a picture on snapchat of the road from inside the car. I captioned the picture and posted it on my story.
You made my life perfect.
And now I'm in pieces.
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snapchat journal
Novela Juvenilwhere a girl and a guy expresses all their feelings through snapchat, which also has stories behind it.
