Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Yes. We were ugly and maybe even a disaster but yes, we were in love.
And how could your heart possibly had felt any differently from mine because the line you've drawn in between boundaries were crossed and these walls that you've put up were torn down. Only leaving us to be naked, allowing our imperfections to swim in everything that we dream to be perfect.
Right now, I don't know who you love or who you pretend to be but I rather die ugly and at least know who I love, who I still love.
It's you and it always had been.
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