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bill. If anyone wants it, you can have otherwise I still only own that.
Perfection is a word that has haunted men for centuries, and will continue to do so for years to follow. To achieve perfection would be a divine act but to be the opposite, to be flawed that is what really makes the man. The flaws. We love or friends because of the flaws they have. The way they jump at noises or the way they or they way they always forget to cross their t's. We love our men for the way they snore and try to handle household fixer uppers, and we love our women for the way they nag and steal the covers in the middle of the night. But with her, I love her need for perfection. and the flaws that keep her an earthly angel. Perhaps I might not have always thought this way of her, and I don't much remember how this feeling came about. But it's altogether wonderful and horrible. Wonderful, because to love another is to take a piece of oneself and allow it to live like life is no obstacle. Because as you see that person to have the heart beats so rapidly that you become dizzy. And it's warm and good. But it's horrible because the one I love doesn't even know, she thinks we are just "really good friends." After all we have been friends for ten years now. And she'll be married, to a man not worthy, a man who can never love her as I do. A man who is not I. William, his name, William T. Flattery. William with his bloody perfect teeth, straight and white as pearl. William with his model family. His Father, Edward, a high government official working with the ministry, his mother, Katharine, a devoted mother with an education in the history of magic. And the siblings, the two are younger and how the worship William in all his glory. Victoria, who is twenty, a perfect ten who is working towards her degree in the history of muggles and the younger brother, Alexander, who in all his eighteen years of age knows more about ancient artifacts then the mummies themselves. Each child is perfect, two years apart, loving, as if to fight would be to the destruction of the world. Very unlike my family. We are six kids strong. The dragon man, the banking rebel, the two jokesters, myself and the younger daughter, who is working towards her writing career; that's my family. We fight, we have freckles, were not perfect. dad is always getting some muggle thing mangled and mum is always cleaning and yelling at us kids to do better. And yelling has become my mum's best occupation. Mind you having the six of us was a good help in that hobby. But still she belongs to my family; she is already like another member. His family is too proper; she would always feel on edge. But in one week she completes the transformation. In one week all will be lost because then she will belong to him. And she will forever be lost from me. The question remains should I say my feelings? Should I ruin her perfect life and tell her that I want her, I need her and that she must be with no other. Should I? Could I? Because I know that I cannot live without her. If she is to be married, as plans are going now. we will never be the same. Because I will want her and love her forever. SO now I must make the choice to ruin these plans are lose her forever. However I fear that telling her may seal the fate, and I just may lose her no matter what. Now is the time to act.
R. W
Perfection is a word that has haunted men for centuries, and will continue to do so for years to follow. To achieve perfection would be a divine act but to be the opposite, to be flawed that is what really makes the man. The flaws. We love or friends because of the flaws they have. The way they jump at noises or the way they or they way they always forget to cross their t's. We love our men for the way they snore and try to handle household fixer uppers, and we love our women for the way they nag and steal the covers in the middle of the night. But with her, I love her need for perfection. and the flaws that keep her an earthly angel. Perhaps I might not have always thought this way of her, and I don't much remember how this feeling came about. But it's altogether wonderful and horrible. Wonderful, because to love another is to take a piece of oneself and allow it to live like life is no obstacle. Because as you see that person to have the heart beats so rapidly that you become dizzy. And it's warm and good. But it's horrible because the one I love doesn't even know, she thinks we are just "really good friends." After all we have been friends for ten years now. And she'll be married, to a man not worthy, a man who can never love her as I do. A man who is not I. William, his name, William T. Flattery. William with his bloody perfect teeth, straight and white as pearl. William with his model family. His Father, Edward, a high government official working with the ministry, his mother, Katharine, a devoted mother with an education in the history of magic. And the siblings, the two are younger and how the worship William in all his glory. Victoria, who is twenty, a perfect ten who is working towards her degree in the history of muggles and the younger brother, Alexander, who in all his eighteen years of age knows more about ancient artifacts then the mummies themselves. Each child is perfect, two years apart, loving, as if to fight would be to the destruction of the world. Very unlike my family. We are six kids strong. The dragon man, the banking rebel, the two jokesters, myself and the younger daughter, who is working towards her writing career; that's my family. We fight, we have freckles, were not perfect. dad is always getting some muggle thing mangled and mum is always cleaning and yelling at us kids to do better. And yelling has become my mum's best occupation. Mind you having the six of us was a good help in that hobby. But still she belongs to my family; she is already like another member. His family is too proper; she would always feel on edge. But in one week she completes the transformation. In one week all will be lost because then she will belong to him. And she will forever be lost from me. The question remains should I say my feelings? Should I ruin her perfect life and tell her that I want her, I need her and that she must be with no other. Should I? Could I? Because I know that I cannot live without her. If she is to be married, as plans are going now. we will never be the same. Because I will want her and love her forever. SO now I must make the choice to ruin these plans are lose her forever. However I fear that telling her may seal the fate, and I just may lose her no matter what. Now is the time to act.
R. W