i can only be the perfect one if you let me. someone asked me if i love you. then i started thinking do you really even love me? what is it you love in this relationship?
in love with the thought of what we are like together, the joy we have, the feeling of longing in our middle child like hearts, how we feel like, ...
or are you in love with ME?
there is a HUGE meaning my dear. one cant last. i know that. so which will you choose?