Saturday, June 28, 2008

i have a backup plan though

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.

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