While there are millions of universes out there, I pity my own. How do you know when you're with The One? You don't, and that's why I envy you- you have uncertainty, and with that adventure. When we meet our One, our world blossoms into colours we didn't know, and then we feel the pressure, to be perfect, with that one, and it can be terrible. Some wander, never knowing 'Blue', alone and bitter. Some never knew what black and white was, they only know it was someone from their childhood, maybe all gone now. Don't think this is a gift.
He just looks perfect, but I can't show it. It'll freak him out, actually everyone that knows me. Even if he is one, he doesn't deserve me, no one does.