But all I see are the flaws

The times you fell asleep before I even reached home, the times I spent in the North area because its always me finding you, the time you left me in town, the times when you broke my heart again and again, and yet again.

I think this is because I don't want the good times to break me apart again.

There's a reason why human beings remember the bad stuff more than the good stuff.

Its easier to forget that way.