He loves my imperfections as if they were perfect.
He caresses my face as if they were porcelain.
He calls me beautiful as if I'm a beauty pageant.
He treats me as royal as can be as if I'm a princess.
He truly loves me for who I am. He makes me feel special. Tell me, how long have I been looking for someone like this? Even if he wasn't normal. I ain't normal either.
Here's my truest apology for you, Nas. I won't do it again. I, now, see how much you need me. That won't happen again. I love you so much and I don't ever want to see you with someone else.
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