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The perfect fit

I believe that I want to settle for nothing but perfect, and I've been told that I can be delusional about it.
But what is perfect for me, doesn't have to be perfect for all.
In a world full of those who avoid reconciliation with what they feel, I want to be someone who can talk about everything. I can be far lagging behind my agenda, but that doesn't mean I can't want something. For, to settle, is too mainstream.

We all live in fancy little glass shells that we resort to, thinking that we will be in these shells with 'the person' one day. But, we fail to realize, that everyone can be 'the person', that's if that's what we want.

To think that love comes to most effortlessly is nothing but sham, and the truth is, that even a dress is a perfect fit only when it is tailor-made.

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