Perhaps

Perhaps we could make it right, if you lean to me and and if I lean to you. Perhaps our differences have only been confusions, perhaps they are overblown, overrated. I knew from first I saw you, that you were my person, and that time when you smiled upon my innocence, and it made me take a step back from you. Perhaps then, love doesn't have to mean perfection. Perhaps our feelings can be reconciled. Perhaps that evening through the curtains, wasn't what I wanted it to be, what it appeared to me. Perhaps, I could've been messing with my mind. And perhaps, love is lost to purity and perhaps, it walks alone. And perhaps, I never really needed you, nor the hurt that your pride loves to employ.