So perfect are imperfections from the view of the optimist. I dunno if that sounded correct but anyway, i just wanna thank the optimist. You gave me life, you gave me strength. You nurtured me from an infant to an adult and all I returned was sorrow and grieve. If there was one thing i really regret in this world, it would be to be to not grow up as you wanted me to. But you loved me and accepted me even though it hurt you and I am prepared to do the same. Flawed are we and flawed we will always be. But our imperfection births a perfect love.


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