You raze the old to raise the new.
Flawed, we're truly interesting, truly memorable, and yes, truly beautiful.
He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.
What would it be like to look in the mirror and actually accept what you see? Not loathe the reflection, or despise it, or be resigned to it? But to like it?
You know, there are easier ways to meet a guy than to run him over.
Getting lost is just another way of saying 'going exploring.