perfecccct

I know you're perfect. If not for me, you are for someone else. You are beautiful to me, and I admire the way you can't live for yourself, but somehow you think you are. And if ever, you ask me about this, I won't answer your question. I like the way you make me want to see you all the time, but make me feel like you don't, bcos you'd rather be busy doing other nonsense. And you've probably already moved on, and that's just fine, but I haven't. Not yet, anyway. I always listen to The Purple Bottle, bcos it reminds me of you, allll the time. Not one time, have you not crossed my mind while listening to that song. I remember when I met you, and all that played in your car was The Bravery, Animal Collective, and Bob Marley. They all remind me of you. And you know what else? When I look at the mountains while the sun is beginning to set, yeah, that too.


You're perfect, it's fact, end of story.