He's not who he is, he is what my eyes want me to see. In my eyes, he's more than everything I could ever asked for. He's the complete package, signed, sealed.
And all I see is someone who is so perfect in every way that I forgot he's just as human as I am, someone who is still searching for a place in this godforsaken earth, someone who is still struggling in obstacles he needs to overcome, someone who's still trying to mark every footsteps he took, someone who still climbing to the top. All I know he's the only perfect thing ever happened in my life
I forgot all of those because I see him the way my eyes want me to see, not in the realest way possible. And in the realest way possible, he's not perfect. Nobody's perfect, perfection is just an illusion created to covered up all the flaws ever existed. He's just the same as me, human, with all the flaws running inside our veins.
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