I saw you when you were pretty, smart and intelligent. And I fell in love with you. I have known you when you were irrational, nagging and unreasonable. And I still kept loving you more.
Neither are you perfect, nor am I. And this life never will be.
And therefore, for me, you'll always be the perfect one.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
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