Everyone in the world has a different view of what perfection looks like.
Perfection to me was you.
It was you laughing.
It was you smiling.
It was you running through the hallways like an idiot.
It was you looking at me, eyes filled with such ample amounts of love.
It was you starting my car on those icy winter mornings.
It was you playing guitar in the sunlight.
It was the way you looked when you just woke up.
It was your undying love for mango’s.
It was your kindness.
It was your sense of humor.
It was your smarts.
It was the way you held me so tight like i was the only thing that mattered.
It was the way you kissed me, tender, yet hard and needed.
It was the goosebumps you gave me just by touching my hand.
It was your love for family.
It was your wanting the best for me.
It was you loving me.
It was You.
Perfection to me was You.
Just You.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
Everyone in the world has a different view of what perfection looks like.
Perfection to me was you.
It was you laughing.
It was you smiling.
It was you running through the hallways like an idiot.
It was you looking at me, eyes filled with such ample amounts of love.
It was you starting my car on those icy winter mornings.
It was you playing guitar in the sunlight.
It was the way you looked when you just woke up.
It was your undying love for mango’s.
It was your kindness.
It was your sense of humor.
It was your smarts.
It was the way you held me so tight like i was the only thing that mattered.
It was the way you kissed me, tender, yet hard and needed.
It was the goosebumps you gave me just by touching my hand.
It was your love for family.
It was your wanting the best for me.
It was you loving me.
It was You.
Perfection to me was You.
Just You.