A Magnitude of Misguidance

Oh how I do adore you. How I know that this will never be and yet I don't forget. I doubt I will ever forget. Because true beauty is easily remembered like that of a song that tugs on all the right strings. If we are flawed, then flawed is what we are. How come you refuse to show yours when mine are in plain view. Is it not these little quarks that make us distinct and different than the rest? I can only think that fear is what's stopping this. Excuse my perception that anything is possible because I am wrong. No matter how positive I remain, the negativity festers in my words and in my thoughts. I know you will never read this, and for that I am sorry - nothing else, just that.