#DearErica

Titilope S.

Dear Erica,

Over the years, I’ve come to realize that I admire people that are flawlessly flawed. People whose vulnerability endeared me to them. People who cry because they are sad, who laugh because they are happy (The open book) I don’t know, but something draws me to a person who wouldn’t yearn to always imitate perfection. Who makes mistakes, acknowledges mistakes, willingly revokes wrongdoings. A party fiercely misunderstood, is a party I would stand by because, I take a strong liking towards them. 

You #DearErica, exudes all of these and more. Your smile dominates everything vile and that which maliciously reeks of animosity. I hope you are safe, dear one. 

Perfection is a Disease of a Nation. Of course.