Imperfect Me, Imperfect You
Imperfect Me, Imperfect You

Imperfect, as I am, I write this story about the entry of this perfect man in my life.

I was in 8th standard when I met him. He started talking to me only because he wanted to date my best friend. And that’s what they do right? “Convince the best friend.”

He really tried hard I must say, but I didn’t like him anyway. And that’s when he saw me and accepted me with my flaws. He saw the girl who was really trying hard to cope up with the sudden rush of hormones in her life .

All my life I was trying to impress people. But he didn’t seem to care. At first I was naive of being friends with him. But eventually he made me happy, for the first time in my life somebody cared, even that 1% of him for me was more than enough for me.

I have had the best memories with him it’s not that I didn’t know who I was before him but with him it was different, I was me. I was happy.

And at the end all we live for is ‘acceptance’.
Don’t we?

Hitanshi Mehta

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