A word with thee

A pending conversation.

Never resumed with what lay within that confusing fateful evening. Here you go.

Perfection is what we expect from most days, some more than others.

Perhaps those others tend to live their everyday activities, and just let them flow.

That is some nice idea. Guess it is pretty smart. The least expectations the better.

I am not one of those, though. I complain about perfection, but want it in a too large ratio.

And here is where the point of all this comes.

I like you. I like you. And we hope for the flawless to come ...

But now it's been a while since I hate that word, for I long for it too much.
And guess what? It does not exist.
Big news.
Old news too. Retarded dick.

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