and i couldn't think of anything, not one thing i would change about him.

and i could picture his list about me. i can see it now rolling out his front door down the street reaching nearly my house (in brisbane haha) only then his pen runs out ink and he cant finish it.

or even one thing. one little tweak to a person is too much.

maybe i will become a better person-or maybe i don't need to be.

i can't love myself properly if people keep wanting this 'me' to be someone else.

and i couldn't and can't think of one fucking thing i would change about him.
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