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I never could grasp the meaning of perfection until I met you.
Then it all fell into place.
The way you laughed,
the way you looked at me,
the way you held me,
the feeling you gave me when you were near,
the touch of your skin,
the feeling of your lips.

Every imperfection became beautiful.
Flowers grew from the darkest of places.

Suddenly the definition fell into place and my breathe was taken away with each moment I spent with you.


Everything you hate about yourself I've always loved.



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