I can't say I wouldn't be the same if I were you.

but try to understand that sometimes in life.

you realize you made a wrong decision and you try to undo them.

I doubt theres nothing I could do to make it up to you.

but if there was I do it with a second.

sometimes we want somethings so bad we'd practically write down a script

on how it'd should go, even if we know better.

there's no such thing as a perfect love, or anything perfect.

there's always lumps, but why the lumps have to be bad?

maybe instead of trying so hard to create the ideal love,

or what-so-ever.

we should embrace the not-so-perfect.

cause,

sometimes its the imperfections is that made the love/anything seem really cherished.

I can't say I wouldn't be the same if I were you.

but try to understand that sometimes in life.

you realize you made a wrong decision and you try to undo them.

I doubt theres nothing I could do to make it up to you.

but if there was I do it with a second.

sometimes we want somethings so bad we'd practically write down a script

on how it'd should go, even if we know better.

there's no such thing as a perfect love, or anything perfect.

there's always lumps, but why the lumps have to be bad?

maybe instead of trying so hard to create the ideal love,

or what-so-ever.

we should embrace the not-so-perfect.

cause,

sometimes its the imperfections is that made the love/anything seem really cherished.