You were the person who loved me as I am Took care of me When I was broken Too many times to count
As time fasts forward Slowly you pull away Confidence settles in where caution once was And where comfort was sadness returns..
We love someone not because of the perfections they have... But for what imperfections we wish we could change.. As we fix each one. We tend to forget that the person can still need so much comfort from you... But you slowly forget and pull away.