imperfections are exactly what make us all so perfect.
as I hold the gem stone in my hand, it's so smooth and soft on one side.
on the other, it's rugged, cracked, so scarred.
it tells the story of what it has been through; the time it took for the earth to form it.
to shape it.
to plan its path.
i look into his eyes and see such a delicious shade of brown.
honey coloured sweetness.
Kindess, Ambition, Love.
- all within such a small part of his whole being.
However, he is not perfect.
I am not perfect.
....
You are not perfect.
That is what makes this life, all the more interesting!
