It was Perfect
Perfect
Everything was perfect
He was perfect
Why was everything so difficult then?
Why did I feel like I was slipping?
Was it my own fault
Or was there something
About him
About us
That was wrong?
And why couldn't I tell what it was?
Why do I feel like I am ruining
Something special?
And why
In the long run
Does any of it matter at all?
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