“You are perfect.”
“But no one is perfect?”
“I know, but you are…”
No compliment has made my heart flutter that much.
Tho it was dark, but somehow I saw the sincerity in his eyes,
It wasn’t a pick up line or sway.
He meant it.
I blushed, smiled, laughed and repeated it.
I don’t care how long it’s gonna last,
how true we might be,
but I’m sure about one thing.
I’m not getting over that praise.
It’s stuck with me.