Thinking back to perfect. Wishing for things that were close to perfect.
But that is not me. Looking in the mirror, I can see that sometimes, when you mold yourself to someone, you take on things that you don’t expect. You don’t regret it, but you do look to shed it at some point. I didn’t start out perfect anyway.
But that doesn’t really matter to me now. I am just going ot sit and wait for the thing that could be close to perfect. I don’t want anything else.
Lisa Gray 