So i sit here n tel myself love is blind, but surely i dont hav to be right...hold on, love is blind? On second thought it sound like an excuse, a reason acceptable to the world to play dumb.
Love can't possibly be blind, if i stil see ur cracks. I love imperfections, i love people who r real, who admits to their mistakes n weaknesses. I love people bcos of their imperfections...not inspite of it. I love regardless.
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