No one is perfect. We all make some pretty fucked up decisions sometimes but what I search for in someone isn’t perfection, it’s honesty. So long as you’re honest with me and yourself, so long as you put in effort to right your wrongs, so long as you always speak your mind and fully understand that the being able to tell me the truth overweighs what ever terrible thing you’ve done, I can respect that.
I’m taking this week to see what it is about you that makes me drown within your inner beauty. Oh how hard it’ll be for me to not see you. To not see you smile, to not hear your laugh, to hear how your day went or how stupid your customers were, to hangout without at the gym and most of all to go to Denny’s afterward. Its silly how you could brighten up my day, how I could miss you when you’re never gonna be mine. How I could think of you so much yet I probably never pass your mind. Every time someone makes fun of me about you, I just smile because I know its true. Its day 3…hopefully you’d come to me.