lykomgshekin.

There is me, then there is you. There is my ideal world and how I’d like things to be, and then there is you. There is my perfection, and then there is yours - neither are the same, and never will be or ever have been. That is why you define my world of another perfect that I didn’t even know existed, that is why suddenly no one else compares. I don’t want what I think I want, I just want you.