just it

I know I’m not gonna be his first, or his only. If i’m falling in love, what else matters?
I’ve known that he is not perfect, and me too.
he’s not a clown, but he can make me laugh.
Maybe he’s not my favourite football player or bassist on a band, but he can be my friend when watching football and sing some melodies for me.
he doesn’t have a same hobby with me, and for me, it’s not a problem.
maybe he’s not the best man in the world, but I hope he can make me better.

He completes me and accepts me completely, just it

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