Yesterday I learnt a very valuable lesson on the-world-does-not-revolve-around-you-you-silly-girl.
It's nice to have the rug pulled out under you once in a while. That's what makes life wondrous.
While I was face down on the floor, I realised the great irony of describing you as "perfect". You may have been a man who has his mind, body and soul in tuxedos, and you may have made me want to dress my mind, body and soul in white gowns too, but the problem is.. you don't want me to. Your imperfection is that you don't care about me they way I think I care about you. The imperfection in me is that I put the words "I think" in front of "I care about you".
So.. In God's Hands we shall rest.
I'll eat rainbows for breakfast, lunch and dinner to heal whatever's left of this disappointment.
If you're not mine, then I sincerely hope you'll find yours.
Love,
Just a person, not necessarily yours.
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