He doesn't
have a
model's
smile.
He
doesn't have a perfect complexion. He doesn't have a
laugh that makes me weak at the knees.
He doesn't always think before he speaks. He doesn't
always notice me. Sometimes his jokes aren't funny.
He's flawed. ♥ But
the amazing thing is I know he's not perfect, but I stuck
around anyways.
He'll never be perfect, and neither will I. But maybe we
can be just imperfect enough to be perfect for each
other.
