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You're perfect. Objectively. Subjectively. Every...

You're perfect. Objectively. Subjectively. Every way possible. You're perfect. And I'm not. I'm average. I'm boring. I'm forgettable. I'm realistic about this. Of course you don't see me that way. Of course. How could you? Why would you? But telling myself that doesn't make it hurt less. Just makes it logical. Sometimes I wish you had flaws. Were mean. Were ugly. Were anything but perfect. It would be easier.

— Loving You Quietly

Enshrined on November 16, 2025 at 01:26 PM UTC

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