I am every mistake I've ever made. I am every person I've ever hurt. I am every word I've ever said. I am made of flaws (stitched together with good intentions). But my flaws make me beautiful. They are who I am.
I guess im still holding onto something that i know will probably never happen, because somewhere deep down inside me, i have this little piece of hope that someday it will. And it makes it hurt that much more.