The list

Every single time I laid my eyes on you, all that I could think of is that you're perfect.

Too perfect that I come to doubt myself, how did I manage to have you.

What did I did right?

How did i got you?

My imperfections list is far too long but you treat me like I don't even have a list.

Thank you. For this, for that, for overlooking my list. 

I love you for that, for now & for always