nothing of mine is perfect.
and i wish that would change.
i like perfection.
and then comes ashton.
he trips over what seemed like either fate or his shoelaces
and stumbles into my life, just like that.
oh, he is perfect in each and every way existant.
ashton irwin is perfection.
and i like perfection.
that is why i sit in silence with my heart on my sleeve
counting down to the day when i can finally call him mine.
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