"It blinded us from everything less than perfect."
Real love must be the kind where when you're reminded of it, the first things that come to mind are the good things. Its the kind of thing that's easy to let go of because you have no regrets. I'm unable to think of one thing that I could have done differently, because I'm happy I have this to look back on. Its pathetic, and melodramatic, and young, and stupidly cliche. But its pure.

Its so pure that it still remains in the background of our hearts, underneath all the change and highschool. It doesnt have the ability to thrive in this atmosphere of gossip and deceit. It only has the ability to remind us that our world was once lit up by someone elses smile, that we got butterflies in our stomachs, and when we looked at eachother we couldnt see anyone else.

"love is not being perfect, its about seeing an imperfect person perfectly"
And that's exactly what he did.