He’s not perfect, and neither am I. The two of us will
never be perfect. But he can make me laugh; cause me to
think twice, and will admit to making mistakes. So I’ll
hold onto him, and give him all of my heart. Sure he
probably doesn’t think about me every moment, but he did
give me a part of him that he knows I can break. I won’t
hurt him, or expect more than he can give. I won’t
analyze him. I will smile when he makes me happy, tell
him straight up when he makes me mad, and miss him
terribly when we are apart. He may not be perfect, but he
is perfect for me ..
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