I may not fit into your definition of a perfect woman, Even when I have the power to embrace all my flaws and scars. But I get it. You still fail to recognize that perfection lies in the beauty of so many perfections.
You ask what is the true meaning of hope? I think hope is when you get exiled from your own dreams and still choose to carry on and believe there are still a thousand dreams waiting for you to hold on to them.
