u When I first me you, you were perfect. We grew to know each other, and you stayed perfect. When we had to leave each other, I still thought you perfect. When we met again, you had changed so much, your once innocent eyes clouded with cruelty, but to me you were still perfect. Even though you made every second a living hell, even though you hated me to the core, your perfection remained unchanged. Even if you don't want me there, I will