You’re right. No one is perfect. Everyone has their blemishes, their off days or months, or their insecurities. Maybe we don’t see them because when you love someone, their flaws… well, their flaws aren’t even flaws anymore. They’re more like pecadillos. You just love them even more because of those little pecadillos.
“Then They Called Me A Marshmellow” by the girl who puts up a tough front to protect herself















