I’ve been wondering why in the world we meet someone one way, declare we love them that way and thereafter spend all our time trying to turn them into something… someone else?
No one is perfect… except God.
You are not. I am not. None of us are… so why do you want to recreate a perfect me? Just let me be Me.
So, I’m just saying, though you think I’ll be better when I become that perfect little me you see in your mind…