I always accused you of making me out to be the perfect one in your head. Now I'm doing the same with you in mine. I only remember all the good times. Wish I could hate you, or at least forget about you. There will never be another like you. Only you could have made me feel the way you did. You were unique in your ways. You were perfect to me. I realize now that you were right all along. Beauty surely is in the eye of the beholder.
