by Robert Gryfft
"We're perfect for each other," he said.
I smiled.
Perfection means: having no flaws. None. Zero.
The distance between one and zero is infinity.
It is the difference between "perfect" and "not perfect."
All I had to do was wait.
As soon as he found one imperfect thing about her,
He was mine.
All mine.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
i have a backup plan though
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