I am not a perfect girl.
My hair doesn't always stay in place.
I get angry easily.
Some words that come out of my mouth are not right at all.
I act very blonde. A lot.
I cry over the smallest things at times.
Sometimes i try to convince myself that things are perfect, when they are not.
But still you love me.
But you still will stay by my side.
And I tell myself everyday,
"I am so lucky to have someone as perfect as you."