There are plenty of fishes in the sea But which one will take the bait?
You will come across so many different people But there will only be one that is suitable for you So it's okay to talk to a lot of guys In order to find the right one, There is a need for a trial and error afterall
Perfect. Like two missing puzzle pieces that found its way to each other filling the empty spaces of the other. Like a torn picture being put together after being pulled apart.
Perfect. How your fingers interlock with hers filling the spaces in between. How she found the missing parts of your smile.
Perfect. How she is your other puzzle piece your other half of the torn picture.
Perfect. How she is with you.
Hopeless. How there’s another puzzle piece on the other corner of the picture. How there are other pictures torn as well. How all these things are still hoping to be perfect for the other piece for the other half.
Hopeless. How I still wait for your fingers to interlock with mine. How I still wait to be the one to complete your smile.
Hopeless. How I am with you. They tell me to let go because you have found the perfect girl and that’s not me.
But tell me, how do you let go of something you don’t want to lose. How do you let go of something so **** important to you.
Tell me, how do I let go of you? I know I have to face the facts But I’m sorry because I’m still holding onto the possibility that yes, she is perfect for you, but maybe... Just maybe... I am the right one for you.