While writing this journal,
I met him - A Perfectly Flawed
And Flawlessly imperfect man
He was Eighteen as I recalled,
The first time that I met him,
I was at my absolute worst,
I told him about this journal,
In it, he was quite immersed:
I told him what it was made for
I found him to be wiser at words,
I learnt more in life than I ever did,
From him and his rational thoughts,
Apparently he...