okay,I’m giving you one chance to start over.
No,no,no,no.
I… I need you to not be perfect.
Why?
Because I’m not perfect.
I’m not… rich.
I’m not brilliant.
I’m not movie star handsome.
If you didn’t have this one flaw,
I would spend every moment of every day wondering,
what the heck is she doing with me?
You may not be brilliant,
but you can tiptoe through a minefield better than anyone I know.
It’s kind of funny when you think about it.
What?
my life.
It just seems so small sometimes.
I spend my days thinking about detergent and groceries…
or how I’m gonna get the spot out of the upholstery.
It’s not at all the life I thought I’d choose for myself.
But some days,I look up,
and I realize I’m happy.
I’m honest to god happy with my life.
Anyway,I just thought you might like to know that.
