Go take this the wrong way
You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you
Only blue or black days
Electing strange perfections is in any stranger I choose
Sometimes, no, all the time, we just have to be who we are, and those around us need to accept the people that we are. They need to love us anyway. And we need to love them too. We knew who they were, and they knew us, with every step we took toward one another.
And we should continue to fall in love with others every single day, despite their faults, and idiosyncrasies. Because in the end, it’s simply the love, and only the love, that matters.