To my dear roomie

you are not at all perfect,

you snore too. and you grind your teeth.

you laugh ostensibly when watching "friends". and you blast your music too.

you may think it doesnt affect me, it did. but nevertheless, i could take it.

i am not perfect, and so are you.

at least i dun make so much noise while destressing.
at least when you were sick, i became sick with you.
at least when the room was stuffy and hot, and you dont have as much fats as i do, i wore the minimum to compromise with you.

at least, if im not perfect, i try to be perfect for you.

this doesnt mean that i couldnt stand you. it just means that i am not perfect and so are you.

but perhaps we are all perfect in one way or two. For its the many little imperfections that make us so beautifully perfect for you.

With this,
and with lots of love,
i refer this to you,




love,
your roomie