I’m not perfect. Honestly I don’t want to be. And as often as people compliment me. I down myself. I don’t want a big head, I discourage you to gas it. Instead let me be modest… If that’s what it is. I know what humility is. I also know what love is. I would love to be able to love with no problem but its like when my emotions hit that place my body goes into Fight or Flight either way I end up alone. And most of the time It doesn’t bother me but then I have my thoughts… What if I was perfect and what I had the perfect loving method. What if I could find something long lasting. What if what if… . Too bad perfect doesn’t exist. Cuz if it did… Id be perfect oh so perfect and id give you perfection. Our love would be perfected. Perfect we would be and perfect we’d stay… But perfect doesn’t exist. And that’s perfectly okay.