I don't understand how I spend all these sleepless nights just thinking of one person.
I don't understand how someone can love another with all these flaws.
I don't understand how my heart beats faster when he walks by.
I don't understand how I can dream of him.
I don't understand by just seeing him brings a smile on my lips.
I don't understand how I can't talk to him like a normal person.
I don't understand how much time I spend thinking of him.
I don't understand how liking someone can do so much to me.

Everyone is imperfect. Imperfection is just a state of mind.

The idols that you adore have imperfections. Maybe it's a little pimple on the nose or a simple scar from their childhood on their knee.

Everyone has flaws not just you.*

Go and ask random people outside one imperfection they have. Everyone will tell you a flaw they have and if they hesitate then that means that person isn't proud of himself/herself. Everyone should have pride no matter if it's a bad or good thing.

Don't think something as imperfect. Think of the flaw(s) as a unique characteristic for every individual person or thing.

These flaws make you unique or makes you YOU! So be proud of that no matter what anyone says!

Funny how I never knew
Never had the slightest inkling
That I've been falling for you
With your long wavy hair
As brown as the earth around us
And eyes as bright as the morning sun
Your sly smile has made it's way into my dreams
Suffocating my mind and leaving memories
I've slowly begun to lose myself
Heart and soul
Falling into your hands
Waiting for you to decide what to do with them
Hoping, that your heart will somehow belong to me
And I can be the only one to keep it

How does my name still manage to escape your lips
The name you swore you hated
I could tell you to go **** yourself
Like I'm dying to on the inside
But you'd just enjoy the attention I'd be giving you
Like an abandoned dog who has no owner, you crave affection
It's your drive and people keep throwing it to you
You just lead them to their death
No remorse or empathy
No presence of a decent human being lingers in you
I still can't fathom what your goal is
No one will ever know
It's an unsolved mystery
That will forever remain this way

You can't be what I live for.
I won't waste breath on you,
not anymore,
I'm done spending my happiness
where it won't be received-
I'm tired of living in torture
our relationship isn't what I wanted;
what I wanted isn't what you wanted-
I've been idolizing the thought of a door opening
when you're just a brick wall-
to open you'd have to be something you're not
so I'm giving up on you,
for me,
but also for you.

Sometimes he let his eyes rest on hers, it needn't have been painful,
but it strangely was.
He broke a lifetime of avoiding eye contact to show her.
She was worth overcoming obstacles for.

"Why are you wearing shorts? It's cold out!"

Why?

I enjoy the way the chilled wind feels --
it makes me feel alive.
The way the goosebumps raise on my pale legs reminds me that I'm human...
Sometimes I just need a reminder.

"What is your earliest memory?"

A loaded question -- I can't help but recall mine.
You make the memory.

It was my third birthday -- Barbie themed.
Remember that day, bud?
It was a Sunday.
Everyone came to the house after ten o'clock Mass, dressed in their Sunday best.
I was wearing a dress, something my mother made...
...Your mother was there!
I remember sitting on her lap and trying to steal the cheese squares from her plate.
I asked, "Where's Scott, Mrs.Michelle?"
She replied, "He's here, Leigh, he's here! Go in the living room."
So I did.
And there you stood.
In your hand, you held a plastic bag full of water.
"What's that, Scotty?"
You laughed and I thought that was the best thing I'd ever heard.
"It's a fish! I named it for you! It's name is Strawberry."
Goofball.
Why'd you name my gift?
...Then I noticed the button on your chest.
(This is my favorite part.)
It said, **"Hi, I'm Ken!"
And you were.
You were my Ken.