23 FEB 2017 AT 2:32

You thought you wanted her like every other man does.
She seems to be a perfect example of heartaches and poetry. You found your missing pieces in her. You thought of healing your broken heart with her. You thought of her as some shooting star of galaxy. But she isn't anyone of this. She's a thunderstorm while you're afraid of a little rain. She's wild while you're homely. Her heart is full of pain but she still is her own saviour. She isn't made for fixing your missing pieces on place. She's not perfect in anyway. She's imperfect as moon but still knows how to light up the night. She isn't made for healing, she's made to be loved and to give love unconditionally.

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