He is almost perfect. My Mom adores him so much. My friends are jealous because I have a man like him, near me. Almost perfect. Never made me feel sorry about a thing. I am his princess. But I find myself not appreciating any of it. Out of all the traits he possesses, he unfortunately lacked the one that I only care about. He forgot about remembering me. He forgot to see even the silhouettes of the pain that he gave me. Damn that almost perfect man. All those traits are nothing, Chane! Specially if it's not even meant to be for me right from the start. -AAll Rights Reserved
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