*I love you.
I still do.
It's true.*
You are the one for me, or at least I thought so.
I suppose I'm just disappointed in you, because you really got my hopes up.
Everything was perfect with you, and it still is.
When we're together, everything feels right.
My endless nights have finally seen the light.
I hope we can have another chance someday.
You say we will...but who really knows anymore.
Even through all of this ignoring and confusion and disappointment,
I still wouldn't trade you for the world.
You're still perfect.
For me.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
*I love you.
I still do.
It's true.*
You are the one for me, or at least I thought so.
I suppose I'm just disappointed in you, because you really got my hopes up.
Everything was perfect with you, and it still is.
When we're together, everything feels right.
My endless nights have finally seen the light.
I hope we can have another chance someday.
You say we will...but who really knows anymore.
Even through all of this ignoring and confusion and disappointment,
I still wouldn't trade you for the world.
You're still perfect.
For me.
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