seemingly i wish for forgiveness of the things that i have done wrong in my past and though i know i will never be able to take back those things i know that i made alot of wrong choices...i do not expect anyone to forget just forgive if possible. and realize that without those mistakes i would not be where i am right now and yes i know at this very moment i am making mistakes...everyone is or they r paying for one but at the same time without the past whether it be good or bad we learn and move forth and grow into to someone else someone better, stronger, wiser, more careful. seek forgiveness but never regret bc if u regret what u did then u regret who u became bc of it
u start to question the coincedence that u may feel the same way that i have been feeling for months and curious enough it does hurt doesnt it? i tend to divulge myself into a seeming sense of self pity out of hope that i can overcome these feelings of jeoulousness towards the others that have the potential to steal your heart and my time with you and now i feel as though maybe u might be feeling it to and as much as i dont like it i also enjoy it bc maybe for once just maybe u can feel what i have felt for so long. u question what i do when u arent around, who i am with who i talk to why i take my phone. i have nothing to hide from u i am but only me in a sea of millions but not a single one of them is worth my risk of not having u to stand beside me. my heart belongs to only one and that one is who bears ur name, it is only u but u cant see that bc u just as i am blinded by past convictions. temptation is nothing if it means leaving u. i know u feel as if imperfection is the best way to describe u however perfect is completely fake, its a falsehood for those who need to feel as if there is better out there they can do better they can better they are not enough without some form of a goal.. i do not wish to seek perfection. its the things about me and my quirks my flaws my everyday every part of me that make me who i am and without that i am no one bc with perfection if it was real it would be everyone and we as a whole would be no one but alike in every way that we deem perfect. existence is futile and perfection doesnt exist and i love most all of your imperfection bc they make u my kind of perfect.