I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.
How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?
Seriously, I don't know any American girl who can resist an English accent.
What my parents never considered is that I just wanted a choice.
Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.
You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions.