He doesn't have a model's smile.
He doesn't have a perfect complexion. He doesn't have a laugh that makes me weak at the knees.
He doesn't always think before he speaks. He doesn't always notice me. Sometimes his jokes aren't funny.
He's flawed. ♥ But the amazing thing is I know he's not perfect, but I stuck around anyways.
He'll never be perfect, and neither will I. But maybe we can be just imperfect enough to be perfect for each other.
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