When you’re standing in front of a split road, it’s okay to look back,As you see yourself getting farther ahead, you can point out where to go.The setting sun and the image of you getting smaller - Gather your hands and wait for the day it will be shone upon again.
I’m not perfect. I’m flawed in many ways. You just affect me in such a way that seems perfect to you because of how much you love me. But it’s all in your head, stimulated by the limbic system that deals with emotion. Which is as much apart of you as I am. Generally speaking, I am apart of you in a much deeper way that surpasses the perfection you perceive.
