Dear_____________,

i’m flawed. some days i just wonder if things will ever be the same—like a perfect child and its mother…or two lovers getting betrothed. you sit there looking perfect. so you just be perfect. let’s both dip ourselves in perfection, and run away to somewhere else. somewhere brief. somewhere safe.

i’m flawed. some days i just wonder if things will ever be the same—like a perfect child and its mother…or two lovers getting betrothed. you sit there looking perfect. so you just be perfect. let’s both dip ourselves in perfection, and run away to somewhere else. somewhere brief. somewhere safe.

I'm Flawed. Some days I just wonder if things will ever be the same--Like a perfect child and its mother...or two lovers getting betrothed. You sit there looking perfect. So you just be perfect. Let's both dip ourselves in perfection, and run away to somewhere else. Somewhere brief. Somewhere safe.

And though we do not talk to each other, nor do we even acknowledge each other’s existence, we steal glances at each other hoping the other would not catch the other one and  we passes by each other’s room hoping to see that the light was on, signifying that one of us was in there. Still we both play the game as though we never met.