We Were Too Perfect To Last Forever In Reality
We were something I have only read in books but never seen. It was like living in my own imagination.
We were something I have only read in books but never seen. It was like living in my own imagination.
Thank you for staying despite the countless flaws. And thank you for accepting them. All of them, without asking for more than a peck on the cheek and a gentle hug.
I have found love. In fragments. Found them in different people. And every time I encountered a piece of love, I would think I have found the whole of it.
In reality, love is not a sucker for extravagance. It revels in the small things of everyday life. It clings on the normal and makes them great.
Falling for your eyes. Falling for your smile. Falling for your sweet voice. Falling for your touch.