157》I don't want perfect. Give me your sadness, and let me hold your hand when you feel that you are about to drown any minute. I don't want polished corners, let me feel your rough edges, and let me taste the rust from your past that you hide somewhere deep inside your heart. I want your good nights, bad nights, and every night from there on. I want to love you until you fall in love with yourself, and then I want to love you some more..