Mother said when i were to get older i'd find the one right for me,,
someone who would see all my impurities, flaws, mistakes, insecurities, and need of time...
and still love me.
They would see me as someone beyond beautiful to them, even though in truth I feel a hideous creature. They would call me beautiful.
they would know i'm never perfect and accept and love everything about me; regardless.
maybe in the future,, but life might just be easier without those expectations; perhaps those thoughts will never be fufilled?
then again, even now those expectations can never be fufilled- and why should they?
we're human, and we have friends for a reason.


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