there are times when you can't believe but still do, that things are impossibly running smoothly between parallel lines. they run without intersecting for so long that you've tripped into a place where you haven't been before, into a feeling that you haven't experienced ever since early childhood when your parents used to give you the world instead of having to work for it. it was called..
perfection. You think, through all the sins, lies, and scandals... how in hell do i deserve this? but you remember.. yeah, you did get hurt. yeah, you did cry. i do deserve this.
receiving happiness doesn't come from perfection. happiness is a result of getting past the imperfections.
you've received so much of this long term happiness.. and you're wondering.. there has to be some hate in all of this love. and you find out that the only thing that destroys the love and comfort zone you are in is no one but yourself.
so.. what are you waiting for?