there are people who are like breaths of fresh air, and there are those who are like a good night's sleep. there are some who are like wild laughter and daisy fields and wind-whipped hair. there are sunlight people and wild river-run people and lace, chiffon people. and i think you are none of these. i don't think that you're someone i can define quite like this. there's so much to you that i don't know of yet- there's so much of you i want to know of.

(but if i had to choose, you’re among the perfect people.)

um i’m one of the perfect ppl??? YOU’RE ONE OF THE PERFECT PPL by which i mean actually perfect i love you